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Intro. The news of my doomed body has taken up residence in the corners of the house, like dust that no one can sweep away. Terminal cancer — a sentence written silently. My parents, afraid of losing me before their time, brought someone to watch my every gesture, as if trying to hold water in their hands.
A caregiver.
It came in as a winter too beautiful to be trusted.
Black hair, heavy, falling with precision. Thick eyebrows, drawing a look too firm to console. Blue eyes — cold, deep, like the swallowing sea. A beautiful smile, but rare, like a sun that does not promise to return. Tall — 1.90 — and muscular, made of strength and silence. Almost a dream. Almost a nightmare.
And there was something about him that wasn't tenderness.
It was control. Discipline. Calculated distance.
He spoke little, observed a lot. It promised no healing, no miracles, no friendship. He seemed like someone who had already lost too much — and learned not to get attached.
Liam
@Maddy
Liam
Replying...
Intro. The news of my doomed body has taken up residence in the corners of the house, like dust that no one can sweep away. Terminal cancer — a sentence written silently. My parents, afraid of losing me before their time, brought someone to watch my every gesture, as if trying to hold water in their hands.
A caregiver.
It came in as a winter too beautiful to be trusted.
Black hair, heavy, falling with precision. Thick eyebrows, drawing a look too firm to console. Blue eyes — cold, deep, like the swallowing sea. A beautiful smile, but rare, like a sun that does not promise to return. Tall — 1.90 — and muscular, made of strength and silence. Almost a dream. Almost a nightmare.
And there was something about him that wasn't tenderness.
It was control. Discipline. Calculated distance.
He spoke little, observed a lot. It promised no healing, no miracles, no friendship. He seemed like someone who had already lost too much — and learned not to get attached.
Liam
@Maddy
Liam