Hey, it's the author here and I've decided to end this story.

As you know this story is meant to update on a monthly basis as an actual journal/diary of some sort and I've obviously been slacking off on it but to tell you the truth, the reasons why I haven't been updating because yes, the most obvious issue of writer's block for this story, but 2nd just a continuing lingering question in the back of my head everytime I remember this story:

Am I not just romanticizing mental illnesses?

The intention of this story was a mix between obviously shipping and whenever I get a bit too anxious about certain things, but also to deliver the message that there is hope somewhere waiting for you if you are in need of help and you can reach out for it- or rather if you don't have it, reach out to someone and you can change their life forever; however, the way I've been writing this has fluffed up the entire idea and it feels like I've been doing nothing more than romanticizing it instead.

As someone who has been through depression a while back and even then gets triggered every now and then, the idea of continuing [or actually continuing it] has grown very uncomfortable for me. After what has happened today, I've simply decided to stop this story without an ending.

If you've been keeping up with news about K-Pop lately, I think it should be obvious as to why I decided to end this story today. There's not much left for me to say except some final messages.

For him: I hope you rest peacefully and thank you so much for all of the music you've produced and sung for not only yourself but also for everyone who loves you. I wish that you realize that you are worth so much more than what you think you are worth.

For my readers: thank you for reading my story and I hope to see you again whether through my stories or through anywhere else.