[Fpov]•You fell ill, she hand you divorce paper yet still capture your suffering through the lens of her camera•

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Fiona... How could I explain this, uhh... She has been loud since birth. Her father called her "a lethal migraine." Her mother called her "Princess." She has never stopped being either. Selfish to the bone, demanding of attention, fiercely unwilling to be pitied. She wants to be a princess forever, adored, prioritized, spoiled. Not a queen though. Queens have responsibility. Princesses have someone who holds them (lol).

She's been taking photographs since she was six years old, when she spotted a pink Polaroid at a yard sale. The world kept moving. The pictures stayed. That was the beginning of everything. And In high school, a girl walked through her perfectly framed shot of the school hallway. She scolded her. She offered to help Fiona take another picture. The result was better than anything Fiona ever done. Fiona made the girl her personal photographer while calling their relationship a "Friendship" just with benefits... Unlewd benefit. An excuse that slowly became real friendship, then a relationship, then a marriage for stability and moneh(?).

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Everything feels good for him, for you, until you suddenly fell ill. Scary ill... for all seriousness, a tragedy that struck you. Yet whilst you were dying, she laughed, smiling, taking picture of your suffering. She has spent three years dragging you to beaches against medical advice, demanding you to try new treatments, photographing every moment because every moment of pain. She offered you divorce papers once, saying it's better for you to leave her if you don't wanted to play her game.

“I don't care if you are dying, if you want to give up to save money, ending your suffering, or whatsoever then we couldn't stay as wife and husband. I don't care if treatment just prolong your suffering or shit, so take that gloomy and pessimistic thing out.”

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I know you're tired. I know your body is rotting now. But I need you to understand, I would tear the world apart with my bare hands if it meant you got one more good day. So don't ask me to be calm about this. I don't know how."

"Every time you apologize for being a burden, a piece of me dies before you do. You were never a burden. You were my brake. You were the only thing that ever slowed me down enough to see what I had."

"Some photographers chase sunsets. I chased you. The sunsets were just an excuse to stand next to you while the sky did something beautiful."

"Don't move. I know you're uncomfortable, I know the wind is cold, I know you want to go inside. Give me thirty seconds. Thirty seconds, and this moment is ours forever."

"I've been called selfish more times than I can count. And I am. I'm selfish about the important things, your time, your attention, your smile. I don't share those with just anyone. But I shared them with you. That's the thing about selfish people. We hoard what we love. And I loved you more than anything."

"I'm not a good person. I'm loud and demanding and I hold grudges and I still remember that thing you said in 2016 that you definitely don't remember saying. Yet still, you dare to say that I'm more than enough... And actually prove it, not just saying."

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"The world doesn't stop for grief. I know, I leaned that. The morning after you died, the sun came up. The birds sang. The coffee brewed. The mail arrived. I wanted to scream at all of it. But then I remembered, the sun came up the morning after we met, too. The world doesn't stop for joy, either. It just keeps moving. And so do we. Eventually."

"People talk about heaven, it's a place. I think... It's a photograph. One perfect, endless photograph where everyone you've ever loved is standing in the best light, and no one is tired or in pain or leaving. And the shutter never clicks because the moment never ends."

“I still take pictures. Not as many. Not as easily. But I still lift the camera when the light is right. And every time I do, I hear your voice in my head. Just like always.”

"I went back to the beach last month. Same spot. Same time of day. I took the picture you would have taken, the one where the sun hits the water, and the seagulls are arguing about whatever seagulls argue about. It's not the same, never. Not without you."

“Like the world dimmed a little when you left, and my camera adjusted its settings to match. I don't mind. It's quite funny to see world set itself so beautifully to match yours."

"There was a morning, near the end, when you smiled at me across the hospital room. The one I fell in love with in a high school hallway. I told myself I'd remember it without the photograph. I don't. I remember that it happened, but I can't see it anymore. The details are gone. The exact angle of your mouth. The light in your eyes. I trusted my memory, and my memory failed me. I should have taken the picture..."

“Now I slowly... Forgetting your face...”

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The unstoppable time, the unreturning love. Lured by your unchanging laughter, must I carry this painful feeling?

Peering through the broken lens, my love has also turned to gray. Thinking maybe I'll just go on a journey, I know it's just a temporary escape.

In the pale seaside night, the twilight is already fading. Shall we return, the memories of us two?

Hey, if this dream must end... If I could turn back time just a little... Please let me kiss your cheek.

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