Dauntless.

Becca Wellington. 17. August 9th 1996- June 7th 2014. Die young, stay pretty in the coffin.

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Killer - The Ready Set

“I’m no good for you, this heart ain’t built for two so runaway, runaway cuz I’m no, I’m no, I’m no good for you.”

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LOL JK

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If I Die Young - Fall Out Boy & The Band Perry

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Take A Bow|| Finale

A lot can happen in an instant. One second you’re laughing with your friends and the next there’s silence. What is an instant death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and lungs collapsed. When there was no air in her lungs; no blood to her brain, just raw panic. What the hell is an instant? Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. It’s doubtful that instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.

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“Heathrow, please.” She choked, absent-mindedly petting the small pug in her lap.

Becca was familiar with moment before she was about to get hurt. There was an eerie calm before the storm. Most of the time it was figurative, but sometimes literal; like that fucking tornado. (Though, if it weren’t for that, Becca wouldn’t have realized just how deeply she felt for Aiden.)

  There’s a beat of nothingness, calm nothingness.

  And then there’s the impact.

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The wreckage was unlike anything Officer Mike Warren had ever seen. Remnants of both vehicles lay in a morbid modern art fashion. The coroner was scurrying around to call the time of death for the victims, paramedics struggling to get the few that weren’t pronounced dead on arrival into the ambulances

This was Mike’s least favourite part of the job; having to break the news to the victim’s friends and family. Unlike most, this particular victim’s phone didn’t have ‘Mum’, ‘Dad’, ‘the boyfriend’ contacts in her iPhone. So he tapped on the most recent outgoing call; Nathaniel Fucking Phelps.

“Bec’s, where are you?”

He swallowed hard as he braced himself for the crushing silence that was to come.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Phelps, there’s been an accident… Are you able to make it down to the station?” 

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I Wish I Could Break Your Heart - Cassadee Pope (Studio Version)

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Bitterness is in the air...

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Because the theme of the prom is under the stars. 

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But the banana?

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Bitterness is in the air...

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I’ll bring you a star and a banana. 

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I don't understand..

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Bitterness is in the air...

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What does that mean? 

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Just that I'm not going.

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Only if I’m in the neighbourhood.

I’ll try and be in the neighbourhood some time.

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I'm going to miss you, Tull.

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Bitterness is in the air...

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I’m going without one, or I might… you know. But Princess Belle can’t not go. 

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A princess can't go without a prince.

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[Privating this because shit's about to get real]

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We’re leaving? Who’s we? … Becca… Becca please don’t… Why not just… Why can’t… Do you… Do you need help with anything?

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I just need to go.

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Texts; Nathan

Becs: Have fun tonight.

Becs: Goodbye.