P.R.O.U.D. From the Depths of Hell.
I want to update my retelling of this story so desperately but I’m so tired and still sick. When I lay down, the plot unfolds in my head. I see every scene. I hear every word of dialogue. I feel the tears of the characters. I can’t wait until I physically feel better to put what I want into words. i just can’t do it now. It’s such an angst ridden fic; I need all my strength and attention.