what are you doing down there?
fem!buddie, buck/eddie, buck & Maddie, post s8, furniture shopping, love confessions, grief
Here’s what she has: couch, coffee table, armchair. Hen’s old rug. Bed-frame. She’s not even laying on the rug. She’s laying on the hardwood floor, in her underwear. She’s thinking about buying a kitchen table. She’s not as lonely as she thought she’d be. But Bobby was like her Dad, so. Her like Dad is like Dead. Her like Dad has been like Dead for like three months. Quarter of a year. Sometimes it’s getting more normal, and sometimes it’s getting worse. And she hasn’t even got any socks on. And Maddie calls.
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