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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 24, 2011 6:35:10 GMT -5
"Bill, BILL!"
I screamed at him, dragging him back out through the crowd and running with him back to a clear street corner.
"We're getting, on the, FUCKING... Subway!"
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 24, 2011 6:43:05 GMT -5
"Why do you do this, why do you drag me out?" I didn't start crying, in spite of everything. "I just want to go home."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 24, 2011 6:56:06 GMT -5
I tried not to yell but it seemed necessary at this point. "It wasn't my decision! Your band, the managers, everyone... thought, you needed help... We can all see it William, you're not okay!"
Will is rational, well, he was...
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 24, 2011 7:11:10 GMT -5
"I perform better now then I ever did. I look better in the shoots, and on stage. I don't need any fucking help." I turned my face away, I ducked my head as I whispered, "What's not okay about wanting to be beautiful?"
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 24, 2011 7:27:13 GMT -5
I pulled William's head up and coarsely whispered, "What's good about almost killing yourself along the way? You're gorgeous, you have been, to me,since the moment these eyes saw you. Your performances strike awe in the heart of every person that hears it. They always have."
I cried for him, knowing he wouldn't, out of pity and love. I didn't like this a single bit.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 24, 2011 7:36:06 GMT -5
{Dear Brendon, I fucking love you. Angst RP ftw.}
"You don't see what I see."
I wiped away the tears all the same, I held his jaw lightly and ran my thumb across his cheek. As much as we fought, as much as I hated what he was putting me through, hurting him was still so hard.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 24, 2011 7:51:10 GMT -5
"I see what the world is seeing. We're seeing you hurt your body and hate yourself, while everyone else misses the outgoing, confident Bill. What the fuck..."
After some random screams and mumbles, I started walking to my hotel, bringing William with me.
"I'm not leaving you alone in your apartment, come on. Get moving."
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 24, 2011 8:00:32 GMT -5
I could feel myself trembling as I walked alongside him. There were so many people and they kept staring, I didn't know whether it was because my hand was entwined with another man's or because they couldsee the rolls I felt hang out from below the edge of my too small t-shirt.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 24, 2011 8:25:41 GMT -5
"By the way, you look normal. Your shirt is fine and your pants are... to be honest, falling down."
The automatic hotel doors opened and we walked in without making a single sound, straight into the elevator.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 24, 2011 9:50:22 GMT -5
All I wanted to do was disappear. This isn't right, he was so sweet and kind, but I was so broken and nothing he said was getting through.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 24, 2011 16:59:22 GMT -5
As the elevator reached my floor, I looked at William. He was a shattered image of who he used to be. I sobbed silently, taking his hand again and leading him from the elevator to my hotel suite, and through the door to the couch.
"William, please, s-s-sit.."
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 25, 2011 3:29:26 GMT -5
I obeyed the command silently. I watched him, watched every move he made as he was watching mine and I saw the way his shoulders would shudder with silent sobs. All I wanted to do was hug him, fold him up within my arms and protect him. "Brendon... Don't... I'm fine, I promise."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 25, 2011 3:42:17 GMT -5
I didn't know what to do, but I wasn't about to give up on getting William back to a healthy state.
"Y-y-you aren't, William. You don't look okay... anymore. You're pale... your hands have teeth marks... you're... you're shaking too much... Everyone's worried."
I wiped away my tears and his arms, and held his hands in mine before starting to weep again, and I whispered, "It hurts to see you hurt yourself over something so... unnecessary..."
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 25, 2011 7:05:46 GMT -5
"It's not... You don't understand, Brendon, you don't feel what I do. It matters to me."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 25, 2011 7:14:15 GMT -5
I really couldn't stop crying, so I stood up and went to the kitchen sink in the suite, splashed some water on my face and dried it with my shirt.
"I really want you to just be okay with who you are... and not have to be unhealthy to see yourself as the wonderful person you are."
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