There’s no way to tell him, if she tried she knows she’d only start crying, that there’s this girl in England who’s never met him and never will and he’s saved her life more times over than he’ll ever know, because she knows Blackbindings - Blackbindings who writes like an angel, like she knows what suffering is and she knows how much knowing that matters, who writes so far beyond her years with the sort of control Draxie knows she’ll never have - Blackbindings who is so shy she can barely bring herself to reblog anything, Blackbindings who just has one of the sweetest, quietest, kindest souls Draxie thinks she’s ever known and the sort of brain chemistry that you fight every day of your life, she doesn’t know if Blackbindings would still be here if it wasn’t for him. If she was trapped in this world that breaks her heart and breaks her down, she doesn’t know how long that girl would have lasted if she didn’t think about him being brave for everyone else, caring about everyone else, maybe caring about her, trapped in her own mind an ocean away, using up all the strength she has just to not hurt herself. There are weeks when she cries every single day. And thinks about him, she says. And then she can make herself breathe.

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