got a few endings before getting the true end.
i know all too well how it feels to try and couch one's own feelings about their mental instability, their negative aspects, their repressed Heart within fiction. trying to hint to loved ones through it because to speak it out loud is too painful for your own brain to manage, so you have to express it through roundabout methods, what-ifs, acts.
despite the obvious motivation there, i enjoyed the branching paths in this story and your prose is enjoyable. you do not know me, nor i you, but i am sending you my sympathy. you will find people, in time, who understand the way you exist within this world. noone is without their own flaws, their own particularities, their own messiness. and that's okay.
stay safe.