My Beloved Pika,

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[17.12.16]

What have I been up to coming home late recently?

I undress. How adorable, my TPikachu ! He must have been feeling neglected. Yawns. I quietly slipped myself onto the bed and snuggled under the covers. I stare at your sleeping face until Mr. Sandman sprinkled its magic dream golden dusts.

A few minutes after I rise up from the bed, my attacks struck. No! My visions are fading me. Rie, stay awake! You must stay awake. Barely managing to keep my eyes open, I s.o.s. to someone to distract me from my distress as I am starting to have a hard time breathing. Fuck! Rie, pace around. Rie, keep talking! My chest is heavy. Rie, take control!

My phone rang. "Chate, support is here. Chate, rub your fingertips smoothly on your left chest and breathe in and out until you calm down. " Why are you crying? "I am crying for you. Chate, please do not get sick. If only I can buy the visa going over there, I would have done that and be with you." Pierced. My tears rolled. I want to hurt me to stop worrying others from my mental health issues. "Chate, happy thoughts! " You cheered me on. I stayed silent until it slowly washed away. I am sorry. I fucking hate me being this. "Chate, don't say that. We love you."

May I just bite the apple and sleep forever?

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May I just bite the apple and sleep forever?

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