ALIAS | loid forger x reader / agent twilight x reader [spyxfamily]

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Y/n Forger. Friday, 7:04PM.

Glioblastoma multiforme is a rare brain cancer. I'm going to tell you random specifics about this disease not because I have a burning aspiration to become a neurologist, but because I have a point to make (crazy, I know.)

It is consequently the most aggressive glioma, growing at a rapid pace and having poor post-operative survival rates. 37% of patients are expected to live one year after diagnosis. A mere 5% are expected to make it to five years. Less than 3% are lucky enough to see ten.

Most patients will enter the ER presenting symptoms of nausea, headache, vomiting, and even seizures. Their symptoms at this point weren't greatly hindering their daily lives until the day they became unbearable enough to seek treatment. With MRI imaging and possibly an additional CT or PET scan, it becomes painfully clear that the tumor has already grown significantly and will be ridiculously difficult to treat.

But this feeling isn't strictly reserved for doctors who make major life-threatening diagnoses during their careers. It's also for criminal investigators who find that one piece of crucial evidence that changes the objective of the investigation entirely. It's for teenagers who finally notice that their crush is into someone else. It's for college students who realize that they hate their major during their final years of undergraduate studies.

The common thread in these examples is this: by the time you notice a problem, it is often too late to begin acting to address the problem. This is because the problem's effects might be a very late signal for the problem's emergence. In many cases, it is such a late signal that it is barely actionable.

"Yeah, so we found out she's working for the Secret Police over some salmon Loid cooked," I gossiped. "He's an amazing chef, by the way."

"Is that so? I can't say I expected that," Sasha replied with amused curiosity. For the past hour or so, we had been circling around Berlint Central Park, sipping on chai tea and admiring the only mass amount of greenery the city had to offer.

"That's exactly what I was thinking," I admitted.

"But seriously," she started, pausing her tracks at the nearest park bench and sitting on one side. I took it as a sign to join her, realizing how low in the sky the sun was. "How do you think she'd feel if she found out you're a..." Her voice weakened. "Y'know." 

"I stared out the window for hours thinking about that the day after I saw her," I confessed. "I can't tell. I have no idea how passionate she is about Ostania."

"Okay..." she thought. "And what if she found out about your job before this?"

I chuckled to myself for a bit, looking down at the gravel below us. "I guess the same answer."

Sasha and I sat in silence. Knowing her, she was probably sorting out every logical outcome in her head. As for myself, I had nothing to think about. I refused to think at all.

"I think it's impossible for her to hate you." She concluded. I perked up slightly, looking over to her as she stared off into the distance.

"I sort of coaxed you into becoming a spy—"

"Sort of? You wouldn't leave me alone until I said yes," I laughed.

"I suppose that's true," she smiled. "But either way, you made that decision to protect her. She'll realize that."

My smile and light-hearted nature dimmed upon another realization. "But I've been lying to her and living a double life ever since our parents died. How could she forgive me for something like that?"