This bit of writing is an agonizing emotional roller-coaster and a spoilerific fanfiction of this story, written by my dear novelist mother. It doesn’t have a proper summary because I haven’t posted this online anywhere else, and honestly, I don’t really know how to summarize this darn thing. So, I’m just gonna give you a tiny snippet of the story.
I am empty and I feel as though I decay with every breath I take. The knowledge that you loathe me as though I were a deformity is a wound that festers and bleeds me dry.
Please, reconsider your decision. I beg you.