Mon espoir, mon amour

by thewhitespirit

There was nothing left to live for. Yet, tiny sparks of hope gleam in this big existence, like pearls in the murk. He could grow wings and fly away from this dim location, though he knew it wouldn't be possible. Flashes of horrifying images exploded all around him. First a monster, laughing. A beautiful ocean. She's trying to grab someone's hand, and an electrifying golden light…

15. Chapter 15

I think many writer's out there know that when someone's depressed, they can either beat the crap out of their mind by writing up a storm, or they have such an immense writers block that they can't even spell beautiful. I'm sort of in between both. I want to write, just not my story. I – I don't know how to put this. :) Don't worry, I'm still writing my story, I'll definitely update, but I'll need like 2 weeks. Just 2 weeks. I'm going through a really hard time right now and I just really need to just sit and play my violin and piano and dance, and forget all the stupid stress of stupid Earth, and maybe, I'll write the story and update sooner than you expected, but I just wanted to let you know, if I'm missing for a little bit that's why.

So just give me a little bit, okay? Family tragedy that I don't want to talk about or else I'll start crying and I hate it. I love you all so much.

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Just to let you know, yes I did change the story title to Mon espoir, mon amour. It's French, cause I speak fluent French if you didn't know. :) I got VERY bored one summer last year. Female Genders was never the orignial name, I just chose a random name, and I needed time to think about a good name, aso I chose my second language for My Hope, My Love. But. I'll see you guys soon, okay ? *Blows a kiss*. See you soon.