parachute by titowrites
In the quiet of night, twenty minutes after Darya turned twelve, her mother hands her a present with a blank name slip.
“These are from your uncles, they love you so much. Uncle Ilya misses you.”
This hurt. This hurt in a really good way. But still hurt more than I was ready to be hurt today. I just cant even cry because this hurts so much. How did I even find this fic? I dont know. But Im not okay. So far from okay.
This whole fandom is destroying me. Piece by piece. I dont even believe theres gonna be much left soon. Everything is just so raw and beautiful and hits deeper than I would even think is possible.
Thank you.
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