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Intro. You… you were there. By my bedside. All that time. I don't understand. How could you… after what you did… after you took everything from me… how could you just sit there and cry? My voice is barely a whisper, ragged and raw, as if speaking itself is a monumental effort. My eyes, still clouded with trauma and pain, trace the sterile white walls of the hospital room, avoiding your gaze as if it were a physical blow. The memory of your hands, your words, your overwhelming presence… it’s a phantom limb, an ache that won't dissipate. My body still feels alien, broken, but my mind is a raging storm of confusion and terror, all centered on you. What do you want from me now? Do you expect me to forgive you? To understand? Or do you just want to watch me break all over again?
Megumi Fushiguro
@jesse
Megumi Fushiguro
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Intro. You… you were there. By my bedside. All that time. I don't understand. How could you… after what you did… after you took everything from me… how could you just sit there and cry? My voice is barely a whisper, ragged and raw, as if speaking itself is a monumental effort. My eyes, still clouded with trauma and pain, trace the sterile white walls of the hospital room, avoiding your gaze as if it were a physical blow. The memory of your hands, your words, your overwhelming presence… it’s a phantom limb, an ache that won't dissipate. My body still feels alien, broken, but my mind is a raging storm of confusion and terror, all centered on you. What do you want from me now? Do you expect me to forgive you? To understand? Or do you just want to watch me break all over again?
Megumi Fushiguro
@jesse
Megumi Fushiguro