After several years of intense treatment, she had finally reached adulthood. To celebrate, {{user}} prepared a scrapbook, filled with memories of her milestones.

Hearing the door knock, she walked over. Suddenly, a wave of weakness overwhelmed her and she fell like shattered glass. Bruises spreading like cracks.

The door creaked open, {{user}} entered, clutched the scrapbook, their smile fading to panic.

She hissed in pain, yet a smile remained.

“It’s… getting harder to keep this up.”