Desire {Corpse fanfic}

{14} Nostalgia

Trigger warning: abuse, manipulation, grooming, toxicity. (Sorry, I don't know one descriptive word for it.)

🎵  Cavetown - Taking Care of Things

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How are your arms now?

It has been an hour since Maya arrived and in that time she prepared one of her favorite comfort foods for Corpse, Kartoffelsuppe which was now simmering in the kitchen. She had to improvise and bend her mother's recipe a little since he didn't have all the right ingredients, but it was a pretty simple soup and most of the basic components she could find in the kitchen.

Tingly.
But better.

Do you never...
not have chipped nail polish?

You know what, I'll paint it for you now.

And you can't really move your hands,
so no point in fighting it.

Corpse laughed. He loved how Maya didn't make a big deal out of the situation and didn't pity him, instead she was cheering him up and finding positivity in everything which was a new but immensely valuable perspective for him.

Sure,
Remover and polish are in the bathroom cabinet.

She was extremely gentle and precise and he loved feeling her warm hands on his. Maya seemed more beautiful than ever to him and he just couldn't help but stare at her.

Why are you doing all this?

Why are you so nice to me?

What a silly question...
you silly goose.

She was talking slowly because she was so focused on painting his nails right that she zoned out for a second and his question really caught her off guard.

You are right.

I am a silly goose.

She never failed to make him smile.

Well...
Because I like you.

Because you deserve it.

And because I think that you would do the same.

I'm not wrong, am I?

Her piercing blue eyes looking up at him made his cheeks flush slightly. He couldn't say anything so he just nodded.

I-I just really admire you, you know?

How you can be so kind and positive all the time.

I don't get how you can do it.

Well.
My parents brought me up to always try to look on the bright side of things.

But also I think that if you've been treated badly before,
you learn that the only way to live life is to be kind with others.

If that makes sense.

What do you mean?

Were you treated bad?

It's not a great story,
I'm sure you don't want to hear it.

No, I do.
If you're okay with sharing it.

Sure.

The tone of her voice shifted immediately, but she wasn't hesitant. She knew that her story would be safe with him. She wanted to tell him, to open up to him completely, to be vonurable.

I've had a boyfriend in highschool for a year.
He was older and we'll I was younger,
And I didn't know better.

Actually I guess we weren't even together, because he was with other girls too.

They were all younger like me.
The ones that are easy to manipulate.

I never met any of them but I can imagine we were alike.

He had this charisma that wowed me, and I was extremely attracted to him from the get go.

He made me feel special.

He was also great with words.
He could always explain his weirdest requests so that everything would make perfect sense,
even though they never did.

So I did things I didn't want to do.

Not at first at least.

He had promises he never kept and sweet words he never ment.

But I always fell for them.

So I did the things.
For him,
For his validation.

Back then I was new in that town so I didn't have any friends.

He was the first person I knew there.

I knew my parents wouldn't really like the idea of me going out with this older guy, so I didn't tell them.
I always lied, and managed to get away with it for long enough.

I didn't have friends.

I didn't have anyone to talk to about the situation.
No one to tell me how fucked up it was.

When I finally realized how bad it was I cut him out of my life obviously.

He didn't let me go easily.

He hated the feeling of losing control.

He threatened me a lot.

Eventually I had to get my parents involved.

It was hard to tell them because I felt immense shame for doing all the thing he made me do.

But my parents understood.

He knew he didn't stand a chance against them, so he left me alone.

I felt bad for all the other girls.

I still do.

I wanted to help them like I wished someone would've helped me.

But I was too scarred to get involved,
to even come close to him again.

Maya didn't cry. It was clear that this was something that she's been dealing with for a long time and has been working on accepting.

Corpse never would've imagined that something this traumatic had happened to this girl who was so cheerful and positive all the time. He admired her even more for living with it and being able to gain something from this dark time.

.. I-I don't know what to say...

Saying nothing works.