~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~
Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are...
TW- OCD, mental health crisis, talks of suicide attempts as well as self-harm
all of this chapter is based of my own experience so please bear that in mind. i am being so vulnerable with yous so be kind to me... I'm really trying here <3
I'll leave some numbers you can call if you feel like this chapter but i am also here for yous, always <3
*if you really want pain, listen to the scientist by Coldplay while reading*
November 7th
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No one has ever questioned if the sun's constant blazing light will eventually die out.
Everyone always says that when the time comes, there will be a giant explosion that extinguishes all life forms in the galaxy.
But what happens if that isn't how it works?
What happens if gradually, over time, the light inside of the sun, the burning fire that works constantly to keep everyone else warm and alive, what if one day, that fire just goes out?
Just like that.
As simple as flicking off a light switch.
What if everyone has constantly stolen too much fuel from it and one day there is just nothing left but ashes?
Keeping everyone and everything alive for so long must take its toll on the sun. I mean, no one and nothing can sustain that level of dependency for that long. Eventually, everything will come to a head and the struggle will become too much.
One day, the light inside of the sun will burn out when we need it most and when we come crawling back, begging for forgiveness... the sun will turn its back on us.
One day, we will realise just how selfish we have been with our robbery. Borrowing light and love that was never ours to begin with and draining the life from something so selfless and pure.
One day, we will be left in the dark and we will realise just how criminal we have been.
And the sun? The sunshine? The light?
It will all have vanished.
"He isn't your fucking kid, is he?"
There is a lull in the room, an undistinguished quiet that volunteers itself as the calm before the storm. It is so quiet in fact, that I can hear the heavy drumming of my heart pounding in my ears.
A tingling sensation runs through my body, dancing through my veins with a seething pain that renders me immobile.
I've never been bitten by anything venomous but I can imagine that the sting feels similar to this. Every muscle in my body cramps up as I lift my head to stare at my mother in utter horror.
