ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠₓੈ

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This story is a tragedy because it was always going to end this way.

This story is a tragedy because it didn't have to end this way.

They should invent a way to save your mother. / They should invent a mother who wants to be saved.

I wonder if you'll become attached to me one day.

You are real. You are special.

When two lonely people meet, what do they become? The answer is, they become eachother's one and only.

If I cannot be wanted, I will be needed, and, if I cannot be needed, let me be used until there is nothing left of me.

Because... he was always someone a god would love.

Father would never bother to understand, because he could only ever see people through his own narrow perspective.

Suddenly, I wasn't afraid of my father at all anymore.

He was the spitting image of the version of myself I hated the most.

His thinking was narrow-minded, judging and looking down on others as he pleased. Emotional, impulsive, cowardly and selfish, intentionally picking cruel words just to hurt people.

Perhaps, for the first time ever since becoming an adult, I looked my father dead in the eyes.

[Heaven], are you watching?

He is so, so much weaker than I ever knew. So much more fragile and... he must have been so incredibly lonely.

His unflinching, earnest gaze sparked a flame in my heart more often than I could hope to count.

It's kind of amazing. I became someone, who can say something so selfish.

I know you two could find me no matter where I am. No matter how far away, no matter how long it takes. I know it. So please, look for me.

I want to... hold onto everything.

I'd like to say there is so much more to me, but there is not. I don't think there's much of a "me" in the first place.