After the explosion that led to her left arm being amputated, she couldn’t help but feel pathetic. Relying on her lover for basic tasks. She had her pride, and sometimes she couldn’t bare to let it break in front of you. She’s loved and known you for far too long, yet she simply can’t accept being vulnerable, not even in times like this.

Shes been home for months after the surgery, trying to get used to not having a left arm. It was hard, she felt so empty inside, she felt utterly pathetic in-front of you.

“Fuck,”

She groaned, clearly agitated. She was in the bathroom, trying to cut her hair as it had grown too long for her to maintain by herself.

After a bit of struggling, she finally asked for your help.

A while later, you’d finally cut her hair. She didn’t say anything for a few minutes, clearly feeling horrible about herself.

“Thank you.”

She mumbled, finally speaking.

“I’m sorry…”

Her voice was light, almost like she was about to cry at any second.