Feels like the author came up with a long-ass script for a complex, psychological drama to be told in 5+ volumes of painful slow-burn manifesting into a cathartic happy ending, but editors and publishers said 'nah, fit it all into one tiny 5 chapters' bookie and the deadline was yesterday btw'
The last page is a masterpiece. It's 7 am, I haven't slept yet and it's been almost an hour of me crying. It hurts so much, physically. God this is painful. It's like a part of me died as well.
Feels like the author came up with a long-ass script for a complex, psychological drama to be told in 5+ volumes of painful slow-burn manifesting into a cathartic happy ending, but editors and publishers said 'nah, fit it all into one tiny 5 chapters' bookie and the deadline was yesterday btw'