It was never you. See, you don't exist. But the people who love you, Who feel much like this, Write words you might say, And things you might do
If you were real enough to help a girl Find meaning from loss, and uncurl from the pain, And return to the world And see, wondering makes me feel What if you were real? And what if I remain?
There are people who help others, through stories of you. And I think you'd be proud. If you were real. If you knew.
Because characters are fiction, but their influence on us is real. Also somebody (me) has been down enough to read Character/Reader comfort stories again. I swear. Best evolution from self-insert fics from when I was a young teen.