𝓶𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
❝I can teach you more than you think, (Y/N). Do you want me to show you? ❞
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(y/n) is a seamstress who's lived in her own bubble for a long time. she keeps to herself but still manages to develop a crush on one of her cli...
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【 🅼🅸🅽🅴】 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮
Your grandpa was silent most of the time, slowly watching him grow weaker and weaker as the days went by was difficult.
It was strange because it didn't feel like he was getting weak. His spirit was as strong as ever and his sarcastic tone hadn't lessened in the slightest.
He was still the same man. He was just more tired, more pale and his vitality was fading. He still jokingly poked fun at you whenever he had the chance and was very concerned for you well-being.
Being around him provided a warmth you had forgotten existed, and along with meeting his new wife you settled into your short stay with him comfortably.
It was one specific day when you were with him that things got a bit serious.
He was lying in bed comfortably, his eyes fixated on you.
"(Y/N)," he spoke.
"Yes?"
"Are you sick?"
Your eyes snapped over to him, "How'd you know?"
"You look pale."
You gave a small smile, "It's been a bit persistent."
"Have you been having a fever?"
You nodded.
"Off and on."
You nodded.
"You've been feeling light-headed, haven't you? It's been hard to move around sometimes?"
You frowned, "How do you know that?"
He closed his eyes for a moment.
"I...didn't know it could be inherited."
Your eyes widened.
"Inherit what?"
"..."
"Inherit what?"
"Your mother was sick also."
You tilted your head. You didn't know much about your mother. You hadn't been very close to her when she was alive. She had died when you were young, too young to really make a lasting connection with her.
"You're saying I'm actually...sick, sick?"
"I could be wrong. Have you fainted yet?"
"No."
"..."
"Don't worry about it, if you haven't fainted, it's probably not that illness."
You gulped heavily.
It was hard not to worry. You stared down at your hands. You hadn't thought much of your fever...could it be that you really were sick?
You didn't like this but before clouding your mind with thoughts, you decided to sip some water.
