I nearly cried again. I nearly cried because it's sad that Aiden died, I nearly cried becaus he was the last person that could've safed Willow (even though both of them were pretty much like the other in the end), I nearly cried because Willow ended up that way, I nearly cried because everything you wrote seemed so real, I nearly cried because I know that this amazing story has no Happy ending, I nearly cried because I know it's now over - and that there's nothing more to read, no chance that it could still turn into a happy ending. I nearly cried because even though your story is so...AMAZING, sad, emotional, REAL, full of feelings, painful to read but still so beautiful, I didn't cry. And for some reason, I feel more than bad for that. I feel like...you deserve so much more from your readers than they (can) give you. I feel like I should at least show some emotion because,really, i'm no good with words, even if i try to be. But I didn't - or at least not physical (well, strictly speaking, you can't see me...so yeah...) But I hope that you know that I love this story - that i did so from they very beginning. I hope that you know that you really, really have so much talent. I hope you know that every single one that read your story thinks the same. I really hope you know that you can be proud of yourself.
The chapter called "The end" was like summary of everything I thought about. I could easily relate to it. And that's why I love it even more than I already do.
The letter she wrote for her parents was really moving. I mean, I've read what she's going through, but this letter makes it...really clear. It's amazing how you could put so many feelings in it. It was, in its own sad way, really really beautiful.
I like the new layout. It fits. Mostly the picture does. It kinda lets me SEE what Willow's going through. Because the girl really looks lonely and sad. And the big teddy makes her look like a little lost child , searching for her parents, searching for...SOMEONE to bring her "back home", to make her feel safe again.