This is it.

After six months of writing, Mysterious Taylor! comes to an end.
I would like to thank you, all you people who read, liked and commented this story, which was not supposed to be this long.

I know that some of you will kill me because of Taylor's fate, but I think I should explain you why it is so.

At first, Mysterious Taylor! was not supposed to be that long (49 chapters!!), and I must admit that after I wrote the first chapter, I thought I would just give up on this story because I actually had no clue about how I could finish it. I could have simply ended the story when John and Taylor fell in love with each other and finally were together in Saint Malo, but no.

There was one friend of my family who meant a lot to me throughout my whole (short) life. I was very talkative when I was young, and my parents broke up, so I went through many hard steps. My parents often were tired of hearing me talk all the time, but it was simply because I needed attention. My father was focused on his job, and so was my mother. And there was this man, a common friend of theirs, who always took me to the kitchen when we were invited at his place, and who gave me some paper and pencils so I could draw. He knew that drawing was important to me. And he would sit and draw with me, and listen to all the useless things I could say. Many people thought he actually didn't give a shit, but he did. He always encouraged me in expressing myself, and he was the kindest man I ever met. he was the kind of person who would never hurt anybody, who was relaxed all the time. If he killed a spider, he would feel incredibly guilty, because he believed in life so much. The members of his family passed away because they were ill, so illness and death were his worst fears.
One day, my parents had a call from his wife, who told us he had kidney cancer. We went to the hospital for him all the time, trying to cheer him up, but he didn't give up on hope. He got a kidney removed, but the disease went to the other, and then, his lungs got attacked. Then, it affected his brain, and many other parts of his body. He who was all chubby (I even called him Hagrid, and he liked this nickname) was skeletal. Every Sunday, we went to see him with my parents, and seeing him getting worse and worse was absolutely horrible. He had so much morphine that his head made up this thing with blue salads and the impression that his room had been changed. Within one year and a half, he passed away. I was in Poland with school when it happened, and now, life is just not the same.

I needed to write about him to mourn over him, but I felt like I was too weak to do that. So I told myself that I could put some elements of his story in a fanfic I was writing so it could ease me. And it did.

Seeing somebody you love so much and who was there for the most important events of your life being seriously ill and slowly dying is a torture. If it ever happens to you, I give you all my support. I didn't go every Sunday, because sometimes I had homework to do, or I just couldn't face him because of the state he was in.
We haven't celebrated my degree together, and we didn't celebrate my 18th birthday either.

I tried to make Taylor's illness look way softer than it actually is.

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Love

xx

Kat