*depressing*
All I want - nightcore or original artist
Remington's POV
Yn and I went home later that week. She had to stay there to get so,e treatments, and I stayed with her through it all.
When we came home, she went straight upstairs to take a shower. I went up with her and helped her get undressed, since she was too weak to put her arms over her head.
Once we got her shirt off, yn gasped at her appearance in the mirror. She ran her finger tips along her collarbone, ribcage, and her hand bones, "baby," She started to cry, "yn, you're okay." I tried to coax her to calm down.
She looks up at me and I wiped her tears. I helped her out of the rest of her clothes and I helped her into the bath. She looked down at her hips and her legs. Yn almost lost it, "princess, you're beautiful. Don't worry, I am right here." I said trying to calm her down again.
She was hurting and I hate it.
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I'm dying while writing this because my allergies are horrible
Don't worry, there will be a part 3
We're all emo girls by heart
-sarah 🐐