d2 . lumi olsen

There's an image, of your grandpa sitting on your grandma's bedroom table. It's the image she cherishes the most out of anything she has ever owned. One that guided every choice she made, every promise that left her lips. When you were born, as sick as he was, burdened by the same illness that had destroyed his life and separated your grandma from her brother. She promised, with every fibre of her guilt riddled heart, that she would do better and be better.

She said, your name was the last gift you could give him. A memory so powerful and jarring that it had exposed her parents to every failure they had forced him to suffer. So you wear it with pride, unable to really quite fathom why it was so important. Sometimes you stare at the picture, Finn Olsen holding tightly onto Lumi Cartwright's hand as the thick of destruction boiled around them. It's the last one your family has of him, the only one they have of him when he wasn't in hospital -his one moment of freedom.

You think that maybe you're a lot like him. Crippled and broken by a sickness you cannot defeat. You understand him a little more than your grandma does, carrying the same weight he did. It's not as bad as it was for him, your life is not tied to a hospital, and even though sometimes you might bow your head to your suffering, you are stronger for it.

You hope that you might be as brave as he was; strong enough to hold another up when you cannot even stop yourself from crumbling.