Hi creeper reader/Twitter follower here again! I didn't reply to the other parts because I just wanted to know what happens next and I have really low EQ and I need instant gratification. However, all the feelings have piled up and I need to articulate it before I move on to the next (and last, oh em) chapter.
I really love the way you spin and weave your words and how they paint a picture vividly in my head, what I don't like is this absurd longing to look at those pictures Yixing has been taking. And that one which Jongin took. Oh what I would give to get my hands on that photobook (even if it doesn't even have half the total pictures Yixing took, also, note how delusional I get, thinking everything that happened here is real and that there is an actual photobook somewhere).
At this point I would like to call you the most awesome word-bender (cheesy, but appropriate).
I don't think I can read the last chapter. I feel like this fic will take a part of me when it ends. That, and I will take up photography randomly just to be half the prodigy Yixing was. Thank you for this, Maia. T^T
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I really love the way you spin and weave your words and how they paint a picture vividly in my head, what I don't like is this absurd longing to look at those pictures Yixing has been taking. And that one which Jongin took. Oh what I would give to get my hands on that photobook (even if it doesn't even have half the total pictures Yixing took, also, note how delusional I get, thinking everything that happened here is real and that there is an actual photobook somewhere).
At this point I would like to call you the most awesome word-bender (cheesy, but appropriate).
I don't think I can read the last chapter. I feel like this fic will take a part of me when it ends. That, and I will take up photography randomly just to be half the prodigy Yixing was. Thank you for this, Maia. T^T