Two boys and girls who were sentenced to "life imprisonment" by the world met in the rainy season when they were sixteen. There is no mutual redemption, only silent confirmation:
"Oh, it turns out you're also getting wet in the rain."
The promise of the ending:
This is not a "love cures all" story.
Depression will not disappear just because of a heartbeat, and family trauma will not heal just because of love.
But maybe, when the crow and the branch decide to fly side by side,
The headwind will be lighter and the long night will be an inch shorter.
And spring—the season they didn't believe existed—
in unexpected ways,
From the deepest cracks, the first green buds emerge.
Not "I save you" but "I see you and I'm fucked too, but if you fall I'll help you".
"Crow and Branch"
Dedicated to everyone who felt like they were "broken" when they were sixteen.
Maybe we don't need to be fixed, just found.
Intention: You are good, I know.
