Eva.
I got exhausted after forcing myself to pretend I was alright while spending time with Thomas today.
Everything felt like it was slowly weighing me down, bit by bit, as though each passing minute was adding something heavier onto my chest that I could no longer ignore or push away. I kept acting fine, kept pretending I was fine, but deep down, I was breaking in ways I couldn't even properly explain.
I was still stuck between making two choices. The doctor had already explained them earlier, clearly and carefully, but I had been too afraid—too overwhelmed—to truly let the words settle in my mind. I heard him, yes, I did, but accepting it… that was something entirely different. Something I wasn't ready for.
And now, I can't avoid it anymore.
