Swanqueen Oneshots

Don't give up.

Hey Emma,
Things may have been pretty confusing between us but I deeply wish that you are happy. I'm worried. Wish we could talk in person. It's been such a while since its been just you and I. You're going through one of the most memorable times of your life but you carry sadness with you wherever you go and have little motivation to carry on.

I'm worried.

I want to hold you in my arms, and run my hands through your hair as you tell me each and everything that is wrong and let you fall asleep in my arms. I promise I won't let go.

You're not alone in this world, dear. You never are and never will be. There are so many here that you love you, you're just blocking them out and focusing on your demons. Demons who envy you for your efforts and hard work, demons whose attention you seek but ignore you all the same, demons you're beginning to believe are better than you.

They're not, dear. They're not.

Nobody is as special as you. Nobody is as lovely, as beautiful, both inside and out. Nobody has hair like that - hair that naturally flawless despite that you think it's horrible and ugly. And in all honesty, your personality - I'm addicted to it. God, whenever I'm around you, I feel as if I'm in the presence of an angel. Your dashing intelligence, your soft but witty humor, the way you drift off into your thoughts - you're a masterpiece.

I've never seen anyone care for others like you do. You make them feel belonged. You make them feel loved, feel important. You're quick to befriend others, despite their mistakes.

How could someone like you not be important?

You think nobody notices your hard work. You think your struggles are pointless. You believe you're worth losing in perspective of other more "important" goals.

You're not.

Please stop going through this much pain.

You think nobody notices you, but people do. But others disregard your strength because, in front of them, you're always strong, always hardworking, always caring.

But in that moment when you sat down and breathed that sigh and looked away with your tired eyes, I knew. I sensed exhaustion and stress beyond compare. Sweetie, you're working so damn hard but you're being taken for granted.
I don't know if you'll ever realize that I'm behind this letter.

But I hope when you see this, realizations pours down upon you.

You're the lighthouse, breathing warmth, breathing strength, breathing support, into a bay that takes you for granted.

Don't give up.