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ArrogantYoungMaster
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Fifty-eight chapters is a treat, and an especially sweet one if it's a cute, comfortable high school romance of high caliber.
Captivated and intrigued by what will happen next, I press the "Next" button... but the next chapter doesn't show up. In fact, the "Next" button is greyed out... I quickly check the novel's homepage, my clammy palms sweating profusely.
...The story is on hiatus— the author has not been online for 11 months. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realize I may never see the day (night?) that Airi-chan confesses her love to Saki-senpai and together enter a lovey-dovey relationship for the rest of eternity... and I cried. Harder than I ever had within the past three months. I was a fool for not checking the story's status ahead of time, and an even bigger fool for refusing to let go of a relationship that could have been.
Captivated and intrigued by what will happen next, I press the "Next" button... but the next chapter doesn't show up. In fact, the "Next" button is greyed out... I quickly check the novel's homepage, my clammy palms sweating profusely.
...The story is on hiatus— the author has not been online for 11 months. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realize I may never see the day (night?) that Airi-chan confesses her love to Saki-senpai and together enter a lovey-dovey relationship for the rest of eternity... and I cried. Harder than I ever had within the past three months. I was a fool for not checking the story's status ahead of time, and an even bigger fool for refusing to let go of a relationship that could have been.
wutwut
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Bruh, had a similar experience. Chinese author haven't made a move for two years, and here I am, still waiting for the story to update. Me and my fellow comrades in the last chapter begging the Author to come back
LowinKeshin
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A siren. I heard the blare of sirens. It was so annoyingly loud that I couldn’t sleep.
Groggy and dizzy, I pushed myself up. I walked to open the curtain and looked down at the street.
My face was so wet that I used my sleeve to wipe them off.
Broken glass and parts of vehicles were scattered. Some engines were still smoking.
It was a mess as multiple vehicles crashed into one another, forming wrinkles on their painted metals.
I grabbed the back of my head and felt the thick wetness of my curly black hair.
The pain was killing me. I had drunk too much before I slept.
… When did I sleep?
I shrugged before I walked towards the stairs and went down. My wet hand took hold of the railing. I slipped.
I tumbled and tumbled before stopping once I reached the bottom.
The pain in my head worsens. I looked back and saw the bloody mess I spilled.
Still, I stood up and went outside. It was less messy to see from this viewpoint.
The street was devoid of people, so I turned my head to see the only people.
Two cops standing close to each other.
One was jotting something in his small notebook while the other watched him write.
I went to them.
“What happened?”
They both looked at me with indifferent faces.
The police returned to jotting on his notebook. “Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man driving on a busy street.”
“He will be fined for causing a traffic jam. Tell us if you find him.” The other said before looking back at the notepad.
I went over their shoulder and read what he jotted down.
Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man driving on a busy street.
Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man driving on a busy street.
Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man driving on a busy street.
Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man driving on a busy street.
Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man driving on a busy street.
“What does he look like?”
“Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man with curly black hair driving on a busy street.”
“The man with a bloody head will be fined for causing a traffic jam. Tell us if you find him.”
“I see. I don’t know anyone who fits the description.”
“Just tell us if you find him. He will be fined for causing a traffic jam.”
I turned around to go back inside.
As I walked, my head swiveled, and saw the noisy blare coming from a vehicle cop.
Inside were two sleeping people wearing police uniforms with red stains.
I went back inside and stepped through the thick red liquid carefully, not to slip down the stairs again.
I walked closer to my bed tainted in red, lifted the mattress, and tucked myself in.
The blaring and the pain kept me awake.
Groggy and dizzy, I pushed myself up. I walked to open the curtain and looked down at the street.
My face was so wet that I used my sleeve to wipe them off.
Broken glass and parts of vehicles were scattered. Some engines were still smoking.
It was a mess as multiple vehicles crashed into one another, forming wrinkles on their painted metals.
I grabbed the back of my head and felt the thick wetness of my curly black hair.
The pain was killing me. I had drunk too much before I slept.
… When did I sleep?
I shrugged before I walked towards the stairs and went down. My wet hand took hold of the railing. I slipped.
I tumbled and tumbled before stopping once I reached the bottom.
The pain in my head worsens. I looked back and saw the bloody mess I spilled.
Still, I stood up and went outside. It was less messy to see from this viewpoint.
The street was devoid of people, so I turned my head to see the only people.
Two cops standing close to each other.
One was jotting something in his small notebook while the other watched him write.
I went to them.
“What happened?”
They both looked at me with indifferent faces.
The police returned to jotting on his notebook. “Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man driving on a busy street.”
“He will be fined for causing a traffic jam. Tell us if you find him.” The other said before looking back at the notepad.
I went over their shoulder and read what he jotted down.
Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man driving on a busy street.
Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man driving on a busy street.
Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man driving on a busy street.
Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man driving on a busy street.
Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man driving on a busy street.
“What does he look like?”
“Tried to pull over a crazy drunk man with curly black hair driving on a busy street.”
“The man with a bloody head will be fined for causing a traffic jam. Tell us if you find him.”
“I see. I don’t know anyone who fits the description.”
“Just tell us if you find him. He will be fined for causing a traffic jam.”
I turned around to go back inside.
As I walked, my head swiveled, and saw the noisy blare coming from a vehicle cop.
Inside were two sleeping people wearing police uniforms with red stains.
I went back inside and stepped through the thick red liquid carefully, not to slip down the stairs again.
I walked closer to my bed tainted in red, lifted the mattress, and tucked myself in.
The blaring and the pain kept me awake.
TheMonotonePuppet
A Puppet Colored by Medication
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