A Darker Shade of Gold

by Khor Evik Vlakhavlakh

After his mother's death, the life of Jaune Soleil Arc takes a turn for the twisted darkness. How will an Arc shine, when he's made of darkness itself? A heart of gold under a layer of coldness: what will happen when he will have to fight for the ones he loves and protects? A journey through acceptance, redemption and maybe, just maybe, even love.

31. Goodbye

Alright, no time to mince words.

I'm moving.

I'm moving and the deal sucks big time. It's gonna be twice as costly, in the ass crack of nowhere, a 30-minute drive to the nearest supermarket, in a colder and darker area of Ireland. No town nearby, and the contract looks like a trap ready to spring. Between higher rent and increases costs for heating and transportation, we're gonna be paying twice as much.

But it's the only house we found, and ours is falling to pieces, with a landlord that doesn't care. My family's always been more on the poor side than the average one (at least in Italy), yet I've never felt our situation to be desperate. Now it is. It's clear. We would never have chosen such a shitty house otherwise.

Sorry, I'm venting. I'm extremely stressed. We signed the contract today, and already I feel like throwing up.

In the next two months, we'll be going crazy to move. I won't have time, at all. My mother said it best - "I'm sorry, but for the next two months, free time doesn't exist." And after those two months, I'll go crazy trying to juggle a part-time babysitting my brother and a full-time job search so that I can at least help with the rent.

So I thought to warn you guys. My stories are slow to update, I know. I've been meaning to get DarkerShade done for a while. But this is the final nail in their coffin. I don't know if I'm coming back to write. The answer could be a no.

If anyone wants to adopt these stories, feel free. They may have been mine, but they're yours now, they've been yours for a while. No need to ask for permission, I'm giving a blanket permission now and chances are I won't even be here to respond to PMs anyway.

I'm honestly dragging this out, as short as it is, because I know that my time on FFN is going to end the moment I post this. I've been here for years and well, it's tough to abandon things, you know? Gods, this feels like a suicide note, why does it feel like this?

I'm still feeling sick. I hope that'll go away soon. I've been feeling sick for a while. I think it's depression. Or anxiety. Or both.

It's been nice, guys, but I can't wait forever. I used to have my fanfiction account open at all times, right beside my work and my email and the rest. Guess nothing lasts forever.

Who knows, maybe this is just a see-you-later and not a goodbye, but I don't think so. Even if I do come back, it probably won't be to this profile.

You made my days a lot brighter, all of you.

One last goodbye,

K. E. V.