I'm sitting in a dimly-lit room, laptop in front of me. I'm reading and re-reading my latest writings for this fanfic, but there is something amiss. The will to write it is gone.

I refuse to blame it on the tv show. Over the past two years, this story has evolved from a coping mechanism, to a sort of fantasy, and finally to a way to make my readers happy. Every like, every follow has filled my soul with joy, and given me strength to keep having ideas, to keep developing this. But, as time has moved on, and writing became scarse, so has my motivation.

I don't want you to think that I don't care about this story anymore – it is anything but that. Any creation of mine matters. But I have been feeling, more and more for the past few months, that my excitement has dwindled, to the point where writing these characters doesn't make me feel much of anything. And I would rather leave this story on a short, but at-least-satisfying note, than drag it on without any feeling to it. So next chapter, chapter 10, will be my last. I'll be working on wrapping things up and posting it online so you may part with my story, as I will.