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,,You’re disaster,” something once says. ,,Something wrong. Aren’t you?”
And she has no idea how to answer that, is only rendered speechless as she slowly steps around, trail leaving behind something alike to naught.
,,Why won’t you answer?”, it pushes and she steps back, eyes blank and mouth empty. She’s forgotten how to form words.
Then a laugh. An utterly despicable thing that makes her gut curl and chest tightens. She gasps.
,,But how could I expect that of you. You are, after all-“
,,So wrong.”


17. Day Sixteen

,,How are you today?”, she asks, as she sits down, his head turning around to face her. He’s getting paler, she observes – and it’s easy to see, because it’s not that often that she’s here, despite his wishes to see her.
It’s a horrible guilt that almost makes her choke.
,,I feel tired,” he only says, and she bites her lip.
,,Anything else?”, she tries, and something
,,Why, do you even care?”, he asks, voice a calm, lethal thing and she feels her whole body stiffening and eyes widening.
,,Of course I-“
,,Would you even come here if I didn’t ask you?”
,,Do you even hear yourself right now?”
,,I’m dying, dammit. I’m losing my time on this earth, and you and your brother simply don’t care.”
,,No, father-“
,,You have time, don’t you? Do you even spend it on anything else than doing nothing but feel sorry for yourself? How about sharing a bit of that compassion you have so much of-“
,,Father!”, she bellows, eyes wide and breath short, something black and sickening creeping up upon the edges of her view, her chest tight and nothing and her lips feels horribly dry.
He stops, however, as if realizing what he just said and he sits up and reaches out for her, her name spilling over broken lips, but she pulls back, almost flinches, tears making her face a mess as she stares at him, scared and broken and everything bad he ever managed to summon within her.
,,H-How can you say that?”, her voice is such a shattered thing, bending and withering, wrong in her mouth and in her throat. He barely hears her, barely meaning he manages just so.
,,I-  I don’t know what happened. Oh my god, I’m so sorry dear, I didn’t mean to do that-”
But her heart is too scared, her mind too confused, and without another word she turns and leaves the room, steps heavy and


,,You look like shit.”
,,Why thank you, love you too.”
They frown a bit at that, sitting down beside her bed and carefully pulling her into their lap. She shivers a bit, feeling their warmth slowly heating up her frozen bones and sore muscles.
,,What happened?”, they ask, hand reaching out and rubbing carefully against her cheek to remove some of her hair, stuck to her face because of dried up tears.
,,He flipped. I tried getting him to tell me if he felt anything else than tired, and then he just.. yeah, flipped. Told me that-“, her throat closes around the words, and she heaves in a breath, tears pushing against closed eyelids.
They run their hand through her hair, a soft nothing upon their lips.
,,Told you what?”, they guide gently.
,,That I don’t care about using my time on anything else than feeling sorry for myself. And that I should share some of that ‘compassion’,” she whispers and she’s crying again, dammit she didn’t want to cry, but she does and it’s horrible, but they only lie down with her in their arms, letting her burrow her sorrows in their shoulder as they slowly stroke away the sadness against her hair.

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