When she threatened illnesses and death, it was love.

When she forced medical procedures on me, it was love.

When she took the money I had saved up for college, it was love.

When she called me ugly, it was love.

When she broke into my apartment, it was love.

And when she tells me none of that happened and I’m imagining things?

That is the ultimate form of love.

I wanted Hydrangea to be a story about a yandere with Hanahaki Disease.

But it’s not.

Hydrangea is a story about multigenerational abuse.

Hydrangea is a story about cycles.

Hydrangea is a story about escape.

Hydrangea is a story about love.

Please play it with kindness.