So… this is it.
This story starts on a train, and since it was on a train I got this idea, I wanted it to end there, too. I'm actually rather found of trains, unlike Ginny.
I only wrote a few chapters of this when I first started this. It wasn't long before I ran out of ideas; I was deep in my eating disorder at the time and I stopped doing, well, everything. Including writing.
But this story stayed, and when I got better, I couldn't get Draco or Ginny out of my head. Eventually, I had to continue writing this. It turned out being something entirely different from what I had first pictured, but I'm rather pleased with the result. :')
It's the first fanfiction I've ever written that hasn't been all lovey-dovey and happy. Instead of writing a perfect world with perfect characters, I wanted something else. It's been a great experience, and I'm so thankful you've been a part of it.
If you're dealing with problems similar to Draco's, or if you've been through something like Ginny, seek help. Always seek help. You shouldn't have to live like that, and you don't have to. Life can get better, and if there was something I wanted to tell with this fanfiction, it was that.
This is scary. I hate finishing things like this. I'm never sure what to do after. I'm not sure I want to write another fanfiction, but if I do… you'll know. For now, I think it's time for more creative writing and more of my own projects.
Lots of love to you all.
