I'm a terrible person.
It's gone. All of my interest in writing the fics that I've started already, gone. I'm really sorry. If anybody wants them, they can have them. Otherwise, they're dead fic. Sorry. I don't know what I was doing, and I've spent this long trying to stop them from dead fic-ing, but this is it. Either one of you lovelies adopt it, or it's sleeping with the fishies. I feel really bad, but it's worse to lead people on, isn't it? Sorry. Really, truly. If anybody still cared enough to be even mildly disappointed in me... I'm sorry.
What's worse is I still really love Hello Jack..., and people (you beautiful, wonderful people) continue to review it and fave it and story alert it, and I've let you down. I just can't even look at it anymore, and I'm really, deeply sorry for wasting your time.
I feel like such a twat with an inflated sense of self importance, and I probably wouldn't even bother typing this, except that I still get people asking me to continue. I'm being so unfair to them, so I'm creating a sense of closure for the whole thing.
Remorsefully yours,
Rhio-Bob.
