Well. After much deliberation, I have decided to put this story on the chopping block. I’m not sure what compelled me to write such drivel, but reading it again causes quite a shame spiral. And the reviews. To those of you who took my story at face value, thank you. It’s a comfort to know that someone enjoyed it. And to those who gave me constructive criticism, thanks also. But to those who bombarded me with insult after insult and never actually registered with fictionpress, you can suck it hard. I’m not Faulkner (obviously, you made that clear). I’m a fifteen (twelve and thirteen and just discovering my gayness at the time of conception) year-old gay boy with a basic knowledge of words and how to utilize them. So thanks to all those who supported my efforts, but this is the end. Maybe I’ll write more. Maybe I’ll revise my stories. Who knows. Oh well.

Always,

Colin.