Random note: I was never sure how I wanted this second half to go; I only knew where I wanted to end up, but the road there was still a mystery to me. So I just started writing, seeing if I would get there eventually, planning on taking the most direct route. Oh no, "she" said, stamping her foot with something between a frown and a grin. Right now I am having a flash-back, and you will tell everyone about it. So what was I to do? Sure, I wasn't planning on taking a detour, but in the end, I do believe "she" was right and I'm glad she spoke up to tell me about herself. Thus, I wrote in what I was told, and a flash-back was born.
And there you have it, my friends. Feedback [sweet, constructive feedback] is encouraged . . . in fact, I'd rather love it. Gahh, why is my story so depressing? It makes even me sad. ;P