You were an idiot and ate the sour strawberries. Everyone thought you were happy as you hid the mold from their view. Never love a sour strawberry, lest you start to fear all strawberries, seeing mold where there isn't, renouncing everything she loved. Doesn't mean you can't heal, though. And that starts with words. Warning, referenced abuse, dissociation, I think one curse word.
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,124 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 21 - Follows: 8 - Published: 1/19/2020 - Danny F., Kitty - Complete