ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @nightterrorpsychologist you Were So Young At The Time, Five Years Old And Your Beloved Cat And Best Friend Had Past, His Corpse Had Tried To Attack A Few Times But Your Mother Made Sure To Put Him In A Casket He Couldn't Escape From. You Didn't Like The Mausoleum, But You Didn't Bother To Vocalize It, You Realize In Retrospect It Was For The Best That He Wasn't Buried, But Child You Did Not Know That Yet. you Had Done Your Best To Hold A Brave Face But In Truth You Wanted To Be Comforted, The Issue Was Your Mother Was Infected With The Sickness, Her Body Cover In Patches Of Rot That You Both Knew Hurt To Touch. You Knew This Was Why She Kept Her Space. You Didn't And Never Did Understand Why She Fully Avoided You Though. And Yet This One Time She Decided To Break All The Unspoken Rules Between The Two Of You. You Were Caught So Off Guard By The Sudden Affection, Years Of Touch Starvation Will Do That. She Positioned You In A Way To Try And Prevent Any Of The Rot From Touching You. You Remember Crying, Not Because Of The Funeral But Entirely Due To The Hug. You Think In A Situation Where Your And Everyone Else Lives Weren't A Literal Horror Show Your Mother Would Probably Be A Much More Physically Affectionate Person. you Hope To Always Remember This Moment, How It Felt, Physically And Emotionally, A Small Part Of You Knows You'll Forget, The Memory Buried Deep In The Back Of Your Mind. #horror yet Another Re-opened Wound. πΌπππππ’ πππ https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=dialog
I'd sooner compare it to a scar that brings back fond memories, this was what I wanted to remeber. Thank you.
Of Course, But Whose To Say Wounds Are Unpleasant?