There are no asterisks here. Your feelings are completely valid, you are under no obligation to pardon me, I have yet to earn it for putting you thro… - Nikita Gill

Forgive her for how her agony reveals itself, child. This is how blood magic works. Unconditional never meant perfect anyway.

Even the day must let go of the sun and allow the light to disappear, so the darkness can live for a while. The only way out of grief is through it. How else does one make way for dawns, and new beginnings where healing smiles?

We house both masterpiece and artist in this skin.
So when you are disintegrated, trying to piece together
what is left inside you, focus on this:

You are not broken.
You are simply dissembled for a while
as the artist inside rebuilds something infinite out of you.