She’s burning up beneath my hand, and I should’ve left her to rest—but I can’t. For years, I blamed her for everything that went wrong in my life. The girl who wouldn’t stop chasing me, who said she loved me when I wanted nothing to do with her. I told myself she was a burden, a trap. So why now does it feel like I’m the one caught?
I glance at her sleeping face and whisper, When did the nuisance I wanted gone… become the one I can’t let go of?
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07/10/2025
naomi nara
12 hours ago
*The end of the story. I'm left with a broken heart, wishing things could be different. I have to move on and try to find happiness again. But I'll never forget her or our daughter. They're always in my heart. And I'll always love her.*
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