For a while I put this story into draft status because I had based a short story on it that I planned to enter into a competition, and so I didn't want the original fic anywhere public while that was all happening. Now that I am done with all that, I am putting it back up here for members of this site to read. I wrote maybe 40-odd fics in total during my time as a fanfic writer and i don't think i'd go so far as to call any of them important, but this one is the closest to being important i think, and so i want to give it back. i don't write for the fandom anymore and i probably never will again, but if i could choose one of my fics to come to people's minds when they think about me then i would want it to be this one. i wrote it for whoever read it at the time, whoever will read it in the future, and i wrote it for me -- the me who incidentally was not chronically ill at the time of writing this, but who is ill now, and has been for the past two years. we all deserve to be loved like the people in this story love each other, whether it be romantically or platonically. I hope you're all well, and i hope i'll be able to write something else one day that means as much to me as this one did.

much love,

G xx

Just a few warnings: swearing, mild ual content with tiny mention of breath-play, ableist language, very brief mentions of murder and suicide, very minor character death. This fic features two main characters living with chronic illnesses — narcolepsy and multiple sclerosis, or MS. Neither illness is terminal, but both are incurable and symptoms can severely affect quality of life. Although I did my best to research, depictions of associated lifestyle and symptoms may not be completely accurate, and if you have either of these conditions or know someone with them, I apologise in advance for any possible misrepresentation. I am not a health professional, and any therapeutic or medical practices mentioned in this story should not be taken seriously.