the time i saw Maeve again she was completely changed and at first i didn't quite understand.
she was angry all the time, at one point she threw something after me. i thought i had done something wrong.
every time i'd just tense up. stopped breathing
i couldn't bare all of it anymore. i just- i held her tight, as tight as i possibly could.
then she just sobbed.
it wasn't sadness sobbing, it was pure anger. she screamed over and over again.
'i don't deserve this, why me?'
and she was right, she- Meave didn't deserve that, she had never done anything to deserve anything like that
then she wailed at me. she hit my back, scratched me, but i just held her.
i didn't know what else i could do for her at the time. Maeve emotionally got better after that.
she still flipped out at her family and me though. it wasn't as often at least.
i wanted to help her so so bad, but i just didn't know how to do that.
i'm sorry, i failed you
Meaves health declined too with time. it's only been about two or three weeks since her diagnosis and she had her good and bad days.
she'd spit up clots of blood and such after she screamed at one, i was used to being screamed at, but it broke my heart that it was her screaming at me.
i never let it show how much it hurt me, but well sometimes i'd just cry. never in front of her, i wanted to be strong- i needed to be strong for her. i owed her that
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