Author's note

                                    

                                          
If you got all the way here, you made it!! Hooray! Are you crying? I was crying. The last forty-eight hours, I've only gotten three hours of sleep and I'm surviving on six-hundred milligrams of caffeine from coffee which is not great, but anyway, you made it!! Because I'm so hyped up and wired, I'm going to ramble. 
This was the first fanfic that I've made with a devastating ending and it was SO much fun. I'm emotionally destroyed and void of emotions. If you've made it this far, chances are I have accidentally done the same thing to you. I am so sorry. 
So many people wanted this to end with a happy ending, but when I created this story, it was created by the ending. I was literally texting my best friend after I finished writing my last Stray Kids fanfic (It's called Taste and about Changbin. You can find it on my profile if you haven't read it already. I promise that it doesn't end badly) and I saw angsty video edits of Chan. 
I wanted him to be an angsty bad boy temporarily, so this idea popped up and I use writing to deal with my trauma and it really tied together perfectly. The ending with the fireworks and the white house exploding, that was the very first scene I created in my head. Chan walking away from the white house with Kiera? That was the spark that ignited the rest of this story. 
I don't know how many people caught it, but the actual cover of the story, quite literally represents the two of them walking away from the white house after it explodes. This whole entire time, I've wondered if anyone was going to point it out, but nobody has as I write this. 
I'm incredibly sorry if I destroyed your heart, but thank you for reading it!! I get so excited to read the comments. Every evening when I posted, it quite literally started to become the best part of my nights. I looked forward to posting nearly every day. 
If you have questions, comments, and concerns, feel free to leave them in the comment section. I have to admit that I grew up a bookworm and I adored English class. This story specifically is filled with so much foreshadowing and symbolism and I could literally go on about it for hours. I don't think I've ever been so passionate about a story before. 
I usually have a new story lined up, but this has damaged me so much that I need a break for a while. My brain has temporarily melted and it needs to emotionally recover for a few weeks. However, I do have a Tumblr page where I write little Stray Kids drabbles. 
I know some people don't have Tumblr, so I'll be taking my drabbles from there and bringing them over here. Some of them are up and posted as you're reading this. You can use your imagination and pretend you're y/n. You can insert yourself into the drabbles and be delusional for fun. 
There's quite a few of them that can be considered sad, but there's also a wide variety of upbeat ones. Some of them are cute and some of them are very comfort/hurt orientated and they're great for rough days. 
When my brain gets back to normal from being burnt out from writing, I'll start up another new full-length fanfic. I've done one for Changbin and now Chan, but you know who I haven't dealt with yet? The maknae line. That is why the next story is going to be about Seungmin. 
I promise I'll give it a happy ending. It'll probably explore mental health issues and I think I'm going to explore memory loss with it. That's a trope I've always wanted to play with and who knows. As time goes on, you'll learn more about it. 
If you want to stay up to date with me, I'm most active on Twitter where I hang out and shit-post (Lies_labyrinth) and Tiktok (lies_lab) where I make bad edits which I hope to eventually improve. There's actually some edits there about this story and it's bad, but they were so fun to make. 
That's all I have, so cheers. Please don't murder people. I haven't figured out the official kill count in this story, but there were so many bodies. I think I'm probably going to go take a nap before I experience a heart attack from all the caffeine. I know I'll regret this author's note in the morning, but fuck it. 
Life is too fucking short. Be insane. Fall in love with a bad boy. Kiss your photocards. Create an altar for your favorite k-pop idol. Nothing exists and we're all going to die. Yolo. I'll leave now. Is it obvious that I'm a pisces? I feel like that explains an awful lot for this story. 
Good morning, good afternoon, and goodnight 
<3 Lie