His Hands, Her Bullet

by MortalHeartImmortalSoul

We're at his funeral. I can't even say his name without wanting to punch a hole through the wall. But I still dwell on the fact that he never deserved to breathe in the first place.

3. Author's Note

Is anyone even reading this anymore?

If you are, I bet I know what you're thinking. "Sweet, an update after so freaking long!" *clicks* "What is this?" I know I suck for an author's note, but I have something to tell you guys. I decided to rewrite this story and post it on FictionPress. Your link, if you choose to read it, is here: s/3051257/1/His_Hands_Her_Bullet Keep in mind that, if I decide to keep this story up at all, will not be updated until the rewrite is finished. I don't plan on taking months at a time to update the rewrite, so it shouldn't take that long. I hope you guys read the rewrite and enjoy it. :D