❝What in the world convinced you anyone was ever capable of empathy in the first place?❞ -[ it was years since they left, and i was wrecking my life just wishing for things to be undone. just when death was at the door hope decided to stay a little longer ]- dystopian short story | mature this story is a work of fiction, but the characters in it are not - they're as much real as any human can be. written in first person POV and inspired from many incidents of my life, this story deals with darker and less spoken topics like suicide, anorexia, mental illness and recovery. no person or community was harmed in the process of writing this story - sincere apologies if it does and feel free to comment on the same. "we are kind, not because we are weak, because we know firsthand that life isn't" comments, critics and opinions are always welcome - as long as you're polite about it. no bashing anyone - even the characters; this is a safe space. good luck! (you're going to need this, thank me later) and, get a box of tissues with you hehe ;) cover credits: @Farleykins I am honestly grateful to them for making such beautiful covers for me 👉👈 #1 in savethesuicidal #6 in threecheersforsweetrevenge #35 in suicideprevention