April 9th, 2015 at 01:54pm
Okay honestly, the first few chapters, I was like "What the fuck is going on. He's dead, jk he's not. Wut the hell."
I’m only into this a couple chapters and this story is pulling at me emotionally already. Like this had me feeling so sorry for her— “Neil was my only lover. I wasn't his.”
Ch. 6 reaction: Oh damn.
Ch.7: Gawd, I love your writing and how you made Heartland so… edgy? No. I don’t know, she’s got that ‘Fuck it’ personality to me. She’s so empty and it’s not in a bad way. I like her doh. and this “Like porcelain, I can take him into my hands and shatter him.” Was so dark, yet so lovely.
Ch8.: She’s a fuckin vixen, yo, like, she’s playin’ the game! Ooooh!
ch.9: Shit, dawg.
ch.11: I have so many emotions running through me right now.
ch.12: D: this is so tragic, it hurts.
ch.14: “The food just sat there in my stomach, just like my heart is still sitting with Neil.” THIS IS SO SAD. I CAN’T. This is such a tragedy.
ch.16: Oh shit wtf.
ch. 17: Seriously, your writing style for this story is so unique and flawless, I adore it. I adore YOU.
ch.23: Oh shits gonna hit the fan.
ch.25: Oh yeah, shit really hit the fan. Damn, Heartland is fierce. A car ramming into someone you don’t like? K, cool.
ch.26: Okay, Heartland is so selfish, but I can’t help but still like her.
ch.27: Holy shit what the fuck. So wait, Lars was the one? Holy balls, YOU ARE KILLING ME ALEX.
ch.32: Holy shit what the fuck, like what the actual fuck did I just read? You.. YOU. I can’t handle this right now!
ch. 35: “I used to love those lips, the very ones wrapped around the barrel of the gun,” hoooooolllllllyyy shit that was dark. and HOLY FUCKING SHIT MAN. The end of that was… was so INTENSE. Oh god. It’s 2:44 in the morning and I’m losing it. I need to go to bed.
This story is so gut wrenching and emotional and so dark and so perfect and I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I started reading the first chapter and it’s so late but I couldn’t stop reading and fuck, so much cussing, but I don’t care bc fuck bitches get money. Wow, I need to sleep. I’m sorry for my.. whatever. k love you bye.
HOLY FREAKING HELL. No wonder she kept seeing him then, it was a guilty conscious. Wow, I didn't see that coming. It makes sense though - you worked the motive in, the guilt and grief causing her to act out. It all makes sense.