My sanity. My body. My soul.
My whole life.
These things were all prices I had to pay, just to stay by his side. Just to be able to keep him, protect him.
Love him.
And every single thing I gave for him...
It was worth it.
I feel like shit. So I'm writing this.
They never knew. They wished they did. he regretted not telling them until it was too late. They regretted never treating him right. All they wished was to hear his last words once more.
TW: R@PE, SUICIDE, SELF HARM