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streamfloating) wrote2013-03-27 04:44 am
streamfloating) wrote2013-03-27 04:44 am
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And that's it?
She just turns around and walks out with him like she doesn't even see us there, like she doesn't care that we're all here, that we've all been here, that we've spent so much time watching her and hoping for the best and that Gran has been leaving tealeaves under the doormat and wiping the front door every night and even leaving out milk ...
And that's it.
Until she ends up back there, again. Because of the poppies or because of -- because of those marks, or because of something else entirely. She's still not listening to a word I say, or a word anyone says, not even Gran or Grampa. She just stared out the window, every day, every single day, until he waltzes in, no explanations, no apologies, no -- and just takes her, and she goes along, she doesn't even think about it, just walks out.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't. I can't.If Edward was Why do I keep thinking
What does it even matter what he would do? He's not here. He wasn't right. Nobody's been right.Not since Nobody's ever right. I'm never -- I'm never going to be Daisy, or Mianne, because this is what I do, I chase people away until they don't even want to look at me anymore. I give up on them and I give up on trying because it's too hard and I'm too frustrated and then everything just all goes to hell. I chased Edward off, when all he wanted was to make me happy. And I chased Lenore off, too, didn't I? Because I gave up on her.
I gave up on her.
I could have -- I could have gone to see her so many times, I could have tried to say something, I could have listened when Mark told me to come see her and that she needed me, but instead, I gave up.
That's all I ever do, isn't it.
I just can't be alo
[Filter: Arthur]
Hi ...
Things didn't ... go well. At the Houses, earlier ...
... Can I come over?
And that's it?
She just turns around and walks out with him like she doesn't even see us there, like she doesn't care that we're all here, that we've all been here, that we've spent so much time watching her and hoping for the best and that Gran has been leaving tealeaves under the doormat and wiping the front door every night and even leaving out milk ...
And that's it.
Until she ends up back there, again. Because of the poppies or because of -- because of those marks, or because of something else entirely. She's still not listening to a word I say, or a word anyone says, not even Gran or Grampa. She just stared out the window, every day, every single day, until he waltzes in, no explanations, no apologies, no -- and just takes her, and she goes along, she doesn't even think about it, just walks out.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't. I can't.
What does it even matter what he would do? He's not here. He wasn't right. Nobody's been right.
I gave up on her.
I could have -- I could have gone to see her so many times, I could have tried to say something, I could have listened when Mark told me to come see her and that she needed me, but instead, I gave up.
That's all I ever do, isn't it.
[Filter: Arthur]
Hi ...
Things didn't ... go well. At the Houses, earlier ...
... Can I come over?