She Asked Me If I Believed In God And I Told Her That When I Was Four I Almost Drowned In A Public Pool

she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”

if i answer wrong theyll fucking kill me

If it keeps you from killing yourself it's not stupid. This applies to anything btw.

it’s not?

the fanfiction in my head is soooo good wish you guys could see this