/lit/ - Literature

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Ridley: “But it, still hurts. Constantly. I always hurt.” Yun’s face turns pale, he already knows this, he just doesn’t want to hear her say it, as it hurts him as well. She looks blankly at the portrait she drew, like a mirror, eyes dark, full of emptiness, and glistening with the formation of tears.

Ridley thinks to herself “I don’t even remember what its like anymore…to be..." she and her voice breaks up, exhausted, tears dripping down her cheek. “I don’t remember what its like, to be me.” Yun's face turns pale at the sight of her, yearning to understand the frail creature in front of him and to find a solution.

She continues; “That’s why I'd not dare draw a picture of myself. I don’t want to think of me. Or who I am.” She begins to cry. “Why would you make me do that..?!” with quiet intensity and frustration, she pulls the portrait from her sketch book, forces it upon Yun’s abdomen.

“I want to think of you.” With a sense of surety, she moves to him, as if some gravitational or magnetic force pulled her to climb and latch onto him. Yun raises his arms in surprise, but as she speaks, he slowly lowers them to hold her. And in doing so, he takes on her suffering as his own.