the real culprit there was love.
Jun. 23rd, 2025 06:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theohhellosYour sickness started when you were young. A coughing fit here and there. A few nose bleeds. Moments where you couldn't even get out of bed without feeling like you were going to puke your guts out. But your parents took you to doctors, got you things to help you feel better. To numb the ache. Because they cared. Because they loved you.
And that's what got you through it. Their love for you and the love they had for each other. You could tell that, no matter what happened, they would love one another for a very long time. It was inspiring. You wanted that, too. So you needed to get better. You needed to prove that their love wasn't going to waste just because you were sick.
But feelings like that couldn't last forever.
Because that love was more fragile than you thought.
As you got older, you tried to ignore how things were changing.
As you got older, you tried to ignore how this was all your fault.
You've heard the arguments between them. About the sickness. How it was too much, how you were becoming a burden. It only got worse when your mother finally confronted your father about the shady business he was dealing in. He denied it, of course, but he couldn't outrun it forever. Especially when they all lost everything.
The day they lost the love for each other.
The day you lost the love from your parents.
Because the blame always came back to you.
Their sick, burdensome daughter.
Losing the house was the final straw, you think. When everything became too much. You were still sick. You were still suffering. And when you were brought to the shelter, you thought this was what you deserved.
Until you met that woman.
She was... strange. A looming shadow, but that didn't bother you. In fact, her presence comforted you. It felt like you had a mother again. Someone who wanted to look after you, care for you, love you. And that's all you wanted.
She'd talk to you for hours. Tell you about things you'd only read in fairy tales. She made you believe in a brighter future. Made you believe that you could still attain that love you were chasing after. You just needed to leave this life behind. Stay with her.
The decision was easy.
She took you away from it all. Saved you. Brought you to her home in the middle of the woods, away from everyone. But that was fine. It would all be worth it in the end.
For the first time, it felt like you could breathe without suffocating on your sickness.
True love did exist.
True love was possible, for a sick girl like you.
And nothing would get in your way.
And that's what got you through it. Their love for you and the love they had for each other. You could tell that, no matter what happened, they would love one another for a very long time. It was inspiring. You wanted that, too. So you needed to get better. You needed to prove that their love wasn't going to waste just because you were sick.
But feelings like that couldn't last forever.
Because that love was more fragile than you thought.
As you got older, you tried to ignore how things were changing.
As you got older, you tried to ignore how this was all your fault.
You've heard the arguments between them. About the sickness. How it was too much, how you were becoming a burden. It only got worse when your mother finally confronted your father about the shady business he was dealing in. He denied it, of course, but he couldn't outrun it forever. Especially when they all lost everything.
The day they lost the love for each other.
The day you lost the love from your parents.
Because the blame always came back to you.
Their sick, burdensome daughter.
Losing the house was the final straw, you think. When everything became too much. You were still sick. You were still suffering. And when you were brought to the shelter, you thought this was what you deserved.
Until you met that woman.
She was... strange. A looming shadow, but that didn't bother you. In fact, her presence comforted you. It felt like you had a mother again. Someone who wanted to look after you, care for you, love you. And that's all you wanted.
She'd talk to you for hours. Tell you about things you'd only read in fairy tales. She made you believe in a brighter future. Made you believe that you could still attain that love you were chasing after. You just needed to leave this life behind. Stay with her.
The decision was easy.
She took you away from it all. Saved you. Brought you to her home in the middle of the woods, away from everyone. But that was fine. It would all be worth it in the end.
For the first time, it felt like you could breathe without suffocating on your sickness.
True love did exist.
True love was possible, for a sick girl like you.
And nothing would get in your way.
