It's genuinely terrifying.
It's only five words, and my heart stops
Guess who's at the hospital
because it's every nightmare I've ever had rolled into one and set on fire.
I can't lose you. Not now, not after everything you've done and everything I haven't. I didn't love you back. Not the same way. I still feel so guilty for that.
You sent out a photo of the room and it's more terrifying than it was before because now I know it's real, real, real.
Not that you ever lied to me anyway.
I ask you what's happening and my heart is beating to every second you don't respond and I'm scared, so scared because this is every nightmare become truth and for once I hate the truth, hate it, hate it and you still haven't responded so I don't know what's happening and my mind forces the image of your eyes, dulled with death, into my brain and I can't breathe-
but you're fine, it was only minor, you've got a cool wound and you feel a bit weak but you'll be fine tomorrow.
It's only now that I realise how much I love you.
It's not the same as I loved the others. This isn't romantic. I want to hug you and I want to keep you safe but you're my friend, first and foremost, and I love you only platonically. Maybe one day it could be more. Even I don't know my own heart.
But today, I think, I love you enough to give you a name, a place amongst those I hold highest.
My raven.
How I love you, my raven.
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Song For A Winter Sky
Random"Thread by thread I come apart. If brokenness is a work of art, surely this must be my masterpiece."
