[If it made sense it wouldn't be so terrifying. It's the uncertainty that makes it awful -- he doesn't know why he feels the way he does and he doesn't know how to turn it off.]
It just feels wrong. Every time I look at you, I'm waiting for you to realise this is all a lie, somehow. It feels impossible. Sometimes I think I'm still dying, and this is all just a stupid fantasy I've made up to distract myself.
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[If it made sense it wouldn't be so terrifying. It's the uncertainty that makes it awful -- he doesn't know why he feels the way he does and he doesn't know how to turn it off.]
It just feels wrong. Every time I look at you, I'm waiting for you to realise this is all a lie, somehow. It feels impossible. Sometimes I think I'm still dying, and this is all just a stupid fantasy I've made up to distract myself.