Severity

by OrigiSan16

All it took was trust. The trust of a kind, gentle girl. And he took it. Ami recalls when she first met the charmingly handsome boy, just a year or two older than her. With dyed blue hair and emerald green eyes. To her, it was love at first sight.

'Severity: The fact or condition of being severe.'

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It was only a brief moment of time when I got to think about how I ended up here. In a bed with clean white sheets over my almost paralyzed body. In a room I shared with two other people: An old lady with heart problems and a young man with an amputated leg. In a hall full of people dressed in neat, blue clothing and white surgical masks. In a hospital only two towns away from my excuse of a happy family home.

There would be times I'd wished that it didn't turn out like this. That I wouldn't be lying helplessly on this bed, staring up at the white ceiling with a bored expression plastered onto my face. If only I hadn't decided to follow that man with a sorrowful mask. That god damned mask.