RIGHT!!! theyre all pictures takem by her and her friends and all before 2014. she says she doesnt even remember why she took some of the pictures in the first place, but by drawing on them, they regain meaning, and i thought that was the coolest thing ever

and hello fablemarket if you read this!! thank you so much! 😭💜

"Just keep accepting our love, like you always have, okay?"

He packs up his tools, wipes off my face, kisses me on the forehead, and leaves me to the swirling pit in my guts.

Dry, soft, crimson wings.

Wings I shouldn't have.

"Maybe growing these is what caused your fever... I'll pay more attention to the state of your body going forward." He smiles. "I can't wait for the others to see you, but I'll admit, I'm happy I got the first look."

Then, with warm, soapy water, he turns his attention to the wings themselves, gently scrubbing the muck off each little patch of feathers.

It feels nice, and I hate myself for it.

When he's finally done, he sits back and admires them.

I want to scream /those memories belong to me and only me! you can't have them! you can't fucking have them!/

But I can't do any of that. So I don't.

I sit there silently as he cleans me up, enduring the sting of antiseptic as he stitches up the skin around my wings.

I have no control over the way my body trembles, the way my tears spill over once more.

Yugamu presses himself tight against me. "You're so cute, all shaky like this... you must be so excited."

I want to pull away. I want to turn and hurt him.