I don’t think I’ll be able to move from Chicago Typewriter anytime soon. Sometimes, it’s the drama you promised not to invest in too much ended up owning your mind, body, and soul, not to mention the tears. CT was like that to me. It was during the pre-emptions between episodes 8 and 9 that I realized that I was lost without the drama to bury myself in, proving that I was already too deep into it. I blame the drama and its soothing, lullaby-like background songs (despite the heavy themes looming behind), which became my respite from the real world in the past two months. The wait was worth it, and I’m left feeling hollow after the finale.