Disclaimer: if I owned Stitchers I wouldn't have left 1x10 like that but I sadly don't so yeah
ag·o·ny; noun; extreme physical or mental suffering.
There was only one thing Kirsten Clarke was sure of; that was in complete and utter agony. Choking back the lump in the back of her throat she buried her face into her hands. Kirsten was perfectly happy with not feeling what Camille liked to put it as, "normal human emotions."
She enjoyed being emotionally vacant. She was perfectly fine with not thinking twice before she said something. She was perfectly fine not feeling like her heart was yanked from her chest and shattered into a million tiny pieces. She was perfectly fine with not feeling helpless.
But that was all she felt like right now. Helpless. God she hated feeling like that. When she first started Stitching into people she never excepted to temporary take their own emotions too. It was called "Residual emotions" and it usually lasted a few days if she was lucky. But right now this wasn't because of a Stitch.
The sob that was trying to claw its way out of her didn't have anything to do with residual emotions, it hundred percent Kirsten Clarke.
It was her fault. She didn't have to hear anyone say it. She knew that it was all her fault that he was hooked up to a million machines fighting for his life. It was evident in his own mind that he would do absolutely anything for her. Even if it meant killing himself in the process. Cameron was in love with her.
There was no doubt in Kirsten mind now. She could feel his love for her coursing through her and it only made all of this harder.
Kirsten's heart was pounding so hard she was positive it was about to leap out of her chest. Kirsten couldn't put in words how she exactly she felt about Cameron. She once asked if love was a intense connection, a connection that was so strong that triumphs everything else, and a heartbreaking loss, like she was feeling now.
Perhaps she did love him. Perhaps her feelings were always there and she choose to hid them away. That's when it hit her. Love was intense. Love was intoxicating. Love was one of the best feelings in the whole world. But despite all of that love was agony. Pure and utter agony, and if Cameron survived this she would deal with the every piece of the agony for one moment of bliss.
I know this was really short and it was mostly just a little drabble (double drabble). Not all my one-shots are going to this short (some will be drabbles, some will be super long and some will be in the middle). That being said I'll mostly just go with the flow while writing. I do want to point out that I love Angsty things so most of my one-shots will most likely be sad. (but I will have a whole bunch of fluffy ones too)
Feel free to send me in prompts! I'm also having people from Tumblr send me in prompts too! So please feel free to send me prompts because I would really love to write them!
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