Ah-- Ah, bwuh, buh, uh… Th-thirty two. Review. Reviews. I-- Am I dreaming? o.o Thirty two reviews. Thirty two. Oh my gosh. I love you all.
I need to give you all some requests, methinks. Chloe can ask for ten. You reviewed every chapter. EVERY CHAPTER. Oh my gosh.
Now, I can't put up a chapter with only a review reply… I think that's against the rules. So I'll just write something up really quickly to go with it. Forgive its awfulness. I don't even know what it'll be yet.
Thank you all. So very, very, very much. Please enjoy!
She's a witch. She's selfish. She's awful.
As I think this, I see her stoop down to lift up a fallen flower, placing it back in the display.
I love him. She has no right to keep him for herself. I am rightfully angry. Rightfully angry. Rightfully angry.
As I try to convince myself, she smiles at me from the other side of the store. She remembers me, though I don't go to school with her -- with him -- anymore.
And I realize that I am jealous and I am selfish and I have no right to keep him from her.
