OKAY! So this next chapter is dedicated to Binchan-whose fan fiction account I don't know. I'm now writing this for you:D haha
I'm super sorry I haven't updated. You have no idea how busy life has been.
So this is a preview for the next chapter. I'm not done with the next chapter yet-because I feel it's too short to excuse my long absence. SO. I'm posting this preview while I write more longness of the next chapter:3
PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. tons and tons of ideas are pouring out and will later be turned into marvelous chapters:3
I assumed it was a long five hours. Always have-always will. I never once asked him about it though. Nor did I want to know. All I needed to know was that he did it, that he went into that room for about three or four hours and came out with the job done. Completely obliterated after. That he felt sorry for himself and Alfred-because he knew that what he was doing was wrong. Hopefully, he'd come to realize like I did, that the world is too full of wrong-and that it takes a hero to fix that.
And a hero almost never shows up.
I've learned this all too well. Over the years, all the waiting. They don't tell me anything in here. I know now that asking doesn't do much either. And the only things I do know are the things I knew.
I've also learned that karma is a bitch.
Anything I've done up until this point, this room, has amounted to nothing but misfortune. Nothing but regret. Nothing but poor pity for the lost soul among us that probably could have saved us. Saved me.
But, maybe that soul would just stand above me and look down in shame and disgust. Disappointment. Because everything I've done up until now has most likely hugely displeased him.
reviews would be amazing. and they keep me writing. :)