Dear diary,
Today I comforted Maddie. She doesn't know that I know she's agere, but that doesn't matter right now. I don't mind, and when she's ready to open up, I'll accept it as part of her.
I felt warm when she smiled. Like her comfort was my own. I don't think I've ever cared about someone so soon in a friendship.
Right now, I'm drinking milk tea and I'm inset a pile of blankets. That's my comfort technique, just as Maddie's regression is hers. I felt so stressed by seeing her stress.
It's as though our emotions are connected.
A/n: short chapter cause I'm sleepies
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The Beginning of a Baby
General FictionWhen Maddie goes through a rough patch, she finds herself acting younger and younger to cope. With the help of a mother figure, Maddie finds her littlespace. Warning: Contains triggers (Non-kink regression. Do not sexualise)
