You guys are going to kill me … actually scratch that I think I might kill me. What did I just do? I am so mean. I actually feel legitimately bad about this. I didn’t even know I was going to do that until I did it, and yikes …

#i am a terrible terrible person#i can’t even promise a quick update#it might be ending on a cliffhanger again#don’t worry i hate me too

STOP HURTING MY BABIES

I didn’t mean to, it just sort of happened … somehow. I do actually feel quite bad about it. Some authors like angst, but personally I just feel this intense need to fix it. Poor Belle and Gold, they’ve both had a very bad day.

I really need to make some progress on my RSS but I’m still trying to post fic at least every Tuesday. What I might try and do (no promises) is do Chapter Eight for next Tuesday, so Painting Layers of Love will be updated two weeks running. Considering how this fic has suffered on the update front, it’s probably due a boost anyway.

Oh you know what, it’s only 5pm, maybe I’ll start chapter eight now. I need to make this right!