After Chapter 59

Woah now okay, put that knife down! We can talk about this, let’s just be civil.

I know what you’re going to say, and before you take out your revenge on me, let me just explain…

*Runs away*

Okay. I’m out of breath. I’m not Amara, and I can only run fifty metres. But please don’t hurt me! I promise you, he will be avenged. She will take revenge. There will be justice!!

But on a more serious note, this scene broke my heart to write. I wept. WEPT. Like a baby. I knew it had to happen, and I’d known since the very start of the first draft ten years ago. Yet each time I rewrote it, it hurt me even more. I feel like each of these characters are tiny little pieces of me (except the sociopathic ones, of course). Although, as I write this, I am sort of hoping that you also wept and that I hurt you too, so I guess maybe a little bit sociopathic.