Why I quit Love and Deepspace (and It's not just the MC)
Can we talk about the one trope in Love and Deepspace that made me quit? It's not just the MC. It's the fact that in every single myth, somebody HAS to die.
It happens in every single myth. MC dies (well, I hate her so it doesn't bother much). LI dies (well, I felt sorry but then get used to it). Everyone cries. It's so repetitive that it's completely lost its emotional weight. I literally made a bet with my friend on who would kick the bucket in Zayne's latest myth. I won, and she uninstalled the game right after. The story she was holding on for just became… predictable.
What's the point of getting invested in a myth when you already know the ending is "someone dies and everyone cries"? It's not deep, it's just lazy writing.
“No, no, no, noo—Liam, please—” The words spill out frantically a plea, devastatingly desperate, raw with heartbreak, but the rain splattering down only washes them away—just like the blood pooling beneath the body Theo clutches to his chest.
There is no warmth left in the boy he loves so fiercely, yet Theo wants to, no, needs to, blame it on the chill that comes with the storm.
“Theo…” the wounded werewolf mumbles then, blood mixing with the whisper on his lips, “it’s raining, don’t you see?”
Liam’s mouth twitches upward, a frail attempt at a smile, his fingers twitching uselessly at his side when they’re too weak to reach up and cradle his lover’s face. “Just like the day we first kissed.”
And then Theo’s world shatters, his broken cry ripping out of him so violently that even the rain seems to falter, as though nature itself mourns the cruelty of death’s choice.
Previous Part: Two Weeks / Next Part: One Day (coming soon)
⚠️ TW: Mentions of Cancer ⚠️
word count: 2k words
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Chapter Seven: One Week
evelyn's pov.
A week later, I can feel my body slowly giving out on me.
The days have begun to blur together. Every morning starts the same—the soft shuffle of nurses changing shifts, the beeping monitors reminding me my heart is still beating, and the faint smell of antiseptic that clings to everything no matter how many times they clean the room.
Time moves differently in a hospital.
I barely have enough energy to make the short walk to the bathroom anymore. By the time I climb back into bed, my legs tremble beneath me, and I have to catch my breath as though I've just run a marathon instead of walking twenty feet.
The walls have become too familiar. The same pale paint. The same ceiling tiles. The same window overlooking a world that keeps moving while mine has come to a stop.
I want to get out of here.
No...
I need to get out of here. Even if it's only for ten minutes. Even if it's just to sit in the hospital courtyard wrapped in three blankets while snow falls around me.
I'd take freezing over feeling trapped.
Mom has been here whenever she can manage it. Every time her phone rings, she steps into the hallway to answer another work call, apologizing before she leaves the room as if I could ever be upset with her.
I hate watching her apologize. She shouldn't have to choose between her job and me.
The truth of the matter is we don't know how much time I have left, and when I'm gone, she's still going to have a life ahead of her.
She'll still have bills to pay, meetings to attend, groceries to buy. Life doesn't stop just because someone's heart breaks.
Ever since Dad left, Mom was all I had.
I still remember standing at the front window as a little girl, waiting for his car to pull into the driveway because he'd promised he'd be home for dinner.
He never came.
At first, it was every other weekend. Then it became birthdays, then holidays, until finally, he stopped showing entirely.
Eventually, I stopped asking where he was. It hurt less that way.
For years, I convinced myself men weren't worth trusting. They left. They lied. They made promises they couldn't keep.
Then along came Harry.
I smiled to myself. Funny how one person can completely rewrite everything you thought you knew.
If someone had told me a year ago that I'd fall in love with the man who rescued me in a grocery store parking lot, I would've laughed in their face.
Now I couldn't imagine my life without him. The thought alone was enough to make my chest tighten.
Harry had slowly begun making his life revolve around me. I never wanted that. The day I was admitted, he tried taking an extended leave from work.
I practically argued with him until he agreed not to.
"You still have bills," I reminded him.
"I don't care."
"I do."
He sighed dramatically before pointing a finger at me.
"Fine but the second my shift ends, I'm coming straight here."
And he'd kept that promise every single day. He'd always smile the second he saw me. Even on the days when I knew he was exhausted.
He'd tell me about the new book he was working on, and how his editor was hounding him for the manuscript. Harry smiled as he recounted the tale of the editor using the emergency key Harry had given them just to double check that Harry was actually working.
He exaggerated every story just enough to make me laugh.
Sometimes he'd read to me, or watch old movies neither of us were paying attention to until visiting hours were up. And sometimes we'd just sit in silence.
Those were my favorite moments. People think silence means there's nothing to say, but with Harry, silence was its own conversation.
He'd hold my hand, tracing little circles across my knuckles with his thumb.
I also noticed things he thought he was hiding.
The dark circles under his eyes, the way he'd rub the back of his neck when he thought I wasn't looking.
How he'd stare out the window for a few seconds before turning back to me with that same familiar smile.
His smile still reached his mouth, but it didn't quite reach his eyes like it used to.
He thought he was protecting me, but the truth was I knew.
I knew he hadn't been getting much sleep and was stressed from the pressures of work and taking care of me.
I knew every "I'm okay" was just another way of saying, I'm trying to be.
Ithurt almost as much as the cancer. Watching the man I love wither away from me being a burden.
A soft knock sounded at the door before it slowly opened.
As if summoned by my thoughts, Harry stepped inside carrying a paper bag in one hand and two steaming cups balanced carefully in the other.
His curls were a mess as his jacket was dusted with tiny snowflakes.
His smile appeared the moment our eyes met.
"There she is," he said warmly, "the prettiest girl on the fourth floor."
I laughed quietly.
"How do you know I'm only fourth-floor pretty?" I asked, adjusting my nasal cannula.
He placed a hand against his chest, pretending to be offended.
"Fourth floor, third floor, second floor...honestly, I'd say you're the prettiest girl in the whole hospital, but I haven't checked every room yet." he teased.
"You should probably get on that."
"I'll make appointments." I give him the bird as he laughs. He set the drinks down before pulling a small container from the paper bag with a flourish.
"I come bearing gifts."
I raised a suspicious eyebrow at the paper bag.
"If that's pudding again, I'm breaking up with you." I deadpan.
"It's mashed potatoes."
I groan, "That's even worse..."
"But they're garlic mashed potatoes!" Harry exclaimed with a small chuckle. I narrowed my eyes.
"They're still mashed."
"But they're fancy mashed." I rolled my eyes, before letting a laugh slip past my lips. The sound echoed through the room, as Harry joined in. For the first time in a while, his smile met his eyes, and I cherished being able to see it again.
Harry watched me finish another spoonful of mashed potatoes before stealing one for himself.
I gasped. "You brought those for me." He chewed thoughtfully.
"Mhm," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"...Harry."
"They're delicious." I narrow my eyes.
"I've changed my mind." Harry pauses midchew. He quirks a brow at me as he rest the container in his lap.
"About what?"
"I am breaking up with you." I say with finality. He laughed so hard he nearly dropped the container.
"Oh, come on. You weren't going to finish all of them."
"I would've!" I lie, holding back a giggle of my own.
"There are, like, three bites left." he says showing me the container which truly only had a little bit left.
"They were emotional support mashed potatoes."
"Well, they're emotionally supporting me now." Harry says taking another scoop of the mashes potatoes. I rolled my eyes once more, before letting a laugh rack through me.
Harry looked at me for a moment, smiling quietly.
"What?" He shrugged.
"Nothing."
"It can't be nothing with the way you're looking at me. Is there something on my face?" I grab the napkin on the side table and begin to dab around my mouth.
"I just like seeing you smile."
For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. The monitor beside me filled the silence with its familiar rhythm. Harry's fingers absentmindedly found mine.
A gentle knock sounded at the door. My nurse, Claire, stepped inside carrying a clipboard.
"Well," she said with a smile, "I have some good news."
Harry's head snapped toward her so quickly I thought he might give himself whiplash.
"You do?" Harry asked. I could hear the hope in his tone.
Claire smiled softly before continuing, "I spoke with Dr. Patel."
My stomach tightened. Doctors usually didn't have good news for me these days.
"He said your vitals have been stable enough this week to the point where we can take you outside."
I blinked. Harry looked just as stunned as I was. Claire nodded, our faces clearly doing the talking for us.
"You can go to the hospital courtyard, though it is a bit chilly out there. Warm blankets, hat, gloves, and wheelchair only. Fifteen minutes maximum before you have to head back inside. Got it?"
I wasn't listening anymore. Outside. I was going outside. I looked over at Harry. His eyes had already filled with tears. He rubbed at one eye before pretending nothing had happened.
"So," he cleared his throat, "I may have asked about this."
I burst into laughter.
"You already knew!" He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
"I asked this morning." Claire smiled knowingly.
"I'll come back in about twenty minutes and help get everything ready."
The door clicked shut behind her. Claire returned twenty minutes later carrying what looked like enough winter gear for an expedition.
"I've got blankets, gloves, a scarf, and one very fashionable knit hat," she announced. Harry looked at the hat and nodded approvingly.
"Oh, she's going to love that." he says with a teasing grin.
"I already don't," I muttered, eyeing the hat like it was the devil.
Claire laughed as she helped me into a thick sweater Harry had pulled from the overnight bag Mom packed. Every movement drained me more than I wanted to admit. By the time she'd eased me into the wheelchair, I was already breathing a little harder.
"You okay?" Harry asked quietly. I nodded, hiding the grimace as I adjusted in the wheelchair.
"Just tired."
"If you change your mind, we can stay-"
"No." I reached for his hand.
"I want this."
His fingers curled around mine, warm despite the winter air waiting just beyond the hospital doors.
"Then let's go."
The elevator ride felt strangely exciting. It was ridiculous. I used to ride elevators without giving them a second thought. Now each floor that ticked by made my heart beat a little faster.
When the doors slid open, a rush of cold air drifted through the lobby as someone entered from outside.
I closed my eyes.
Winter.
It smelled like snow and pine and something wonderfully alive. Harry glanced back at me.
"You smiling already?"
"Everything is so exciting, I haven't even made it outside." I reply giddily.
The automatic doors slid open with a soft whoosh. The cold kissed my cheeks immediately.
I inhaled. It felt good to have fresh air hitting my lungs, even if it was a little nippy. My eyes filled unexpectedly. Harry quietly pushed my wheelchair onto the cleared stone pathway winding through the courtyard.
Fresh snow blanketed everything. Tree branches shimmered beneath delicate layers of white. Tiny flakes drifted lazily through the gray afternoon sky. The world looked quieter.
"It's beautiful," I whispered. From my peripheral, I could see Harry's head turn towards me.
"It really is." I smiled.
He wheeled me toward a wooden bench overlooking the snow-covered garden before setting the brakes on the wheelchair. For a while, neither of us spoke.
Harry knelt in front of my wheelchair, gently adjusting the scarf that had slipped from my shoulder. His gloved fingers brushed a snowflake from the top of my knit hat.
"There."
"What?" Harry reached into his coat pocket.
"Don't move." I raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I wasn't exactly planning a marathon." I reply sarcastically. He rolled his eyes affectionately before pulling out his phone.
"Oh no."
"Oh yes."
"Harry!" I protest trying to roll away, but to no avail due to the brakes.
"I need proof you escaped."
"I look awful." He frowned, shaking his head.
"You've always been beautiful to me." I looked away, suddenly embarrassed. He lifted the phone.
"Just one, please."
I sighed before caving.
"Fine." A tiny click sounded. Harry looked down at the screen, his expression softened almost instantly.
"What?" I asked. He looked up at me.
"I think," he glanced back at the photo before meeting my eyes again, "I think this might be my favorite picture of you." I laughed softly.
"The one where I'm wearing a hospital blanket and a ridiculous hat?" I tease. He shakes his head.
"The one where you're smiling."
He slipped his phone back into his pocket. He kneels down to be eye level with me. Harry grabs a hold of my hand, allowing his thumb to trace patterns on my knuckles.
"I'll remember every version of you, Evie, but if I ever forget what happiness looks like," he squeezed my hand gently, "I'll look at that picture."
Okay, I’ve got a theory which i think has half been confirmed, i’m not sure. But i think every time cadence like popped her pills or tried to recreate her accident by drowning she was actually subconsciously trying to kill herself because her brain still knew that the love of her life and her best friends/ cousins were dead, it just built a wall around it so i think she sort of wanted to reunite with them but then that wall always kicked back in
You want them to live happily ever after? Well I want the grumpy one to cry over the sunshine ones broken and lifeless body because I love drama and am also mentally ill
