I've just finished Crimson Rivers. It's 3.37am and I'm sobbing my soul out of my body. I am not the same person I was before 3.37am. This beautiful great big tragedy will haunt me for the rest of my days. Regulus Arcturus Black and I are the same person. Jegulus dynamic is the most precious thing to me in the world. Wolfstar healed me while traumatizing me. I'm a fucker for Black brothers angst, their lore knows no limits when it comes to shatter me whole. PRONGSFOOT MY BELOVES. There was a landmine. A landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine a landmine. NO ONE THINKS TO LOOK UP UNTIL THERE'S A SOUND (I think I will not sleep tonight). There are sosososo many things that will stay with me forever from this story. I'm so grateful and so broken after Crimson Rivers that I can assure I am not the same person. "You're hesitating, love" I screamed the three times I read that. Always his little brother.