I found this 3 days ago. And I vowed to not read it for the next 5 months, let it marinated, let the chapters flow out, the plot lead somewhere pleasant. But my curiousity would not let me sit still. I thought about this before sleeping, after waking up. Everytime I tried to read somethig else, I ended up searching for this again. And finally, when I say an edit on instagram, I ended up coming back and reading it. I regret it. I want to see them all happy. I want Rita to know it is her mother. I want Olga to know her daughter (I know not biological but still) came back. I want Isabelle to live happily with her loved ones. I want them all to stop hurting. And I know it will take a long while for us to reach there and I'm going to have to wait tirelessly and have to be hit with so much grief before I can even smile.
I found this 3 days ago. And I vowed to not read it for the next 5 months, let it marinated, let the chapters flow out, the plot lead somewhere pleasant. But my curiousity would not let me sit still. I thought about this before sleeping, after waking up. Everytime I tried to read somethig else, I ended up searching for this again. And finally, when I say an edit on instagram, I ended up coming back and reading it. I regret it. I want to see them all happy. I want Rita to know it is her mother. I want Olga to know her daughter (I know not biological but still) came back. I want Isabelle to live happily with her loved ones. I want them all to stop hurting. And I know it will take a long while for us to reach there and I'm going to have to wait tirelessly and have to be hit with so much grief before I can even smile.