Today should be a happy day. I should be in a cheery mood, enjoying good food and talking to my beloved. But I'm not. He's gone. I feel sad, disoriented and numb. It's been a month since the passing of my mate and everything is still very raw.

So, instead of eating away at the walls, I decided to turn to writing. I had been putting up retouching my stories for the longest time now. So I'm starting to work it on it again. I'm posting the revised first chapter today, retouched with typos corrected, better grammar and (hopefully) better descriptions. Please do keep in mind English is not my first language, lol.

So yeah, I'm trying to turn this devastation into something productive and positive. It's hard, but i think it's my way to get through this.

I hope those who read it enjoy it.