𝐨𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤... 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. you have to believe that it was never meant to happen like this. wouldn’t you prefer to be back at mine, enjoying pancakes and bacon while you try and write? --- but instead, you look cold. and sad. god, beck, you look so sad --- and there’s nothing i can do. i want to help. i want to take care of you. that’s all i’ve ever wanted, beck. you have to believe that.
but this --- this is an opportunity for you, beck. you can write. you can think. you can talk it over with me, and there’s no way you can freak out about it --- if you see the cage as a cage, that’s all you’ll get out of it. mooney’s locked me in there so many times, i know exactly how you feel. but you need to use it as an opportunity. then it doesn’t feel so bad. i promise you, beck. i would never hurt you.
“i --- got waffles.” not that you’re going to eat them anyway. this hunger strike kick you’re on right now is really starting to piss me off, beck. how am i supposed to take care of you if you won’t let me? take it. i want you to. i’ll be honest with you, i don’t know how this ends --- i haven’t thought that far ahead. but you need to write. because you’re a writer. because i fell in love with a writer, and that’s who you are. a genuine article.
“extra whip. and a latte --- thought you might need it. for writing.”
@lamourencage.
