So I wrote this story a while ago.
I used this prompt/quote "'Fix it' 'Fix What?' 'Me'" I forgot where I found it so if anyone knows please write a comment I would like to give credit to the artist.
I tried to keep the whole short as gender neutral as possible
This is just a regular day, in a regular week, in a regular month, in a regular year. But what does regular mean. People always see things differently. For one, living a life with friends and family is regular. For the other it's just a normal work day, coming home too feed their children, to make their childrens life better that theirs. But the darkest path regularity can go is, when regular means to fight death everyday, trying to survive. Even if there's no-one waiting for you. No one who wants to talk to you, to hold you. This is the story of yet another cursed person. A person cursed with knowledge, but one that doesn't know anything. Still struggling with life. But always willing to help people. Always being taken advantage of. Always alone, in this big world. Their regular was always messed up. This person had a loving family, but any childhood innocence was ripped out of their life pretty fast. All the love and warmth. They had a hard time getting to know people, always being labeled 'weird'. This person had to make a difficult decision very early in their life. To protect themself they had to abandon everything, everything they believed in. Everything they loved. But this person never had to take care and help others. So one day they, met another human. A scared, hurt, destroyed human. This human had lost far too much. The person looked at them and wanted to help. But the other didn't want any help. The person always looked after them, wanted to protect them. But they couldn't. One day the other turned up on their doorsteps crying, falling to the floor.
The person asked: "What is it"
The other answered: "Fix it"
The person was confused: "Fix what?"
The person tried to help them as best as they could. Building up this destroyed human. Starting to love them. Starting to see how a stronger human was standing in front them. They were happy.
One day the person looked at the formerly destroyed one. There was one thing that they have wanted to tell them all this time. They looked down at the floor: "Thank you"
The other one was shocked. How could this person that was building them up. That has helped them to be a new healthy person. How could this person be thanking them.
But never have they considered that they shared one healing process. Both fixing each other. Only one did it actively and the other one passively. Lighting the way to a brighter future.
Regular just didn't matter anymore.
And thus it doesn't matter if your cursed or not.
It doesn't matter if your weird or broken.
Everyday you have chances.
Chances that can change everything.
The future is always in your hand.
Like I said I was inspired by the prompt/quote, but also by the idea of falling in love within a shared healing process (and not falling in love with the idealistic picture of someone else)