I'd written the next part halfway, and then some shit happened, which has been bugging me. So now my mind is tortured by it and I'm going through hell. Even hell doesn't seem like a strong enough word but I'll go with it.
Anyway, so now all I wanna do is curl up in my bed under my blankets and never come out. So I'll continue writing this story when, or if, I finally come back out.
I'm sorry. I guess not everyone can be as mature as Nikhat is in the show right now. Let me get a grip, and then I'll be back.
Lovelots,
goingreen