The room was silent.
Completely silent.
For two years, I hated her.
I told myself she threw me away. That she didn’t care. That I was alone.
But she had been there the whole time.
Protecting me.
Sacrificing everything.
Even how I saw her.
I stared at the screen, my reflection faint in the black edges of the laptop.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
But it was too late for her to hear it.
So instead… I made myself a promise.
I would live.
Not just exist.
Not just survive.
I would live the life she fought to give me.
And I would carry the truth with me—
That sometimes, love doesn’t look like kindness.
Sometimes, it looks like sacrifice.
And sometimes…
It looks like being willing to be hated…
Just to save someone you love.
