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Post by William Beckett on Jun 6, 2011 7:49:24 GMT -5
"You can't go in, inside is a mess, you can't," My head was shaking, faster and faster. "I'm sorry, I like you, you can't go in."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 6, 2011 8:01:08 GMT -5
"Please, let me." I whispered to his mad mind. "I'm trying to look after you..." I couldn't win this, we had to come to a truce, or I was going to lose, and he'd fall hard.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 6, 2011 8:18:26 GMT -5
I'd let him, I knew. I'd let him because he was beautiful, and I loved him, and he would win, and he didn't know it. I fought out loud, said no, no, over and over, no, I liked himand no, he couldn't, I couldn't let him see the broken glass troddedon until bloodseeped out, the plastic bags with remnants of every powder, dried herb, everything you could imagine in the most miniscule amounts. The spilled liquor and dried everything and anything thatI couldn't, daren't clean and oh god, it was like a horror story in there, I'd broken everything, you could see pieces of me, see how I was broken and I didn't want him to know, I couldn't let him know how much I'd fallen apart.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 6, 2011 8:47:58 GMT -5
Holding a hand to his cheek, to stop his arguments was the hardest thing I had to do. "I won't let you in there alone." I whispered when he'd calmed down. His heart was racing, of fear or fainting? Maybe both or none at all.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 6, 2011 8:55:04 GMT -5
"You'll hate it, hate me, I'm sorry, I'll be okay by myself, I'm always okay by myself, I'm sorry."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 7, 2011 8:22:33 GMT -5
"Hey, hey, shh. I won't hate you, just, and you're not okay by yourself, you're in such a state..." Where could I take him? He won't let me in, I won't let myself leave. Always stubborn, why am I surprised?
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 8, 2011 1:28:11 GMT -5
I nodded, my eyes shaking, shaking, trying to keep my view still. Pressed into Brendon, Brenny, anything to get closer to him. Anything. He just didn't care anymore.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 8, 2011 6:26:24 GMT -5
My arm around his shoulder was not enough. His heart would flutter and mine would drop. "Shh." I can't take him back to my apartment, he couldn't walk that far. Maybe my body warmth would help, maybe soon the drugs would wear off.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 9, 2011 3:47:35 GMT -5
"Breeeeenny," I laughed and wrapped myself around him, as tight tight tight as I could hold him. "Brenny Bear, you're so beautiful baby."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 9, 2011 4:21:43 GMT -5
I hummed and smiled. Maybe then he'd just sleep. It's less painful to watch him sleep, because I know the drugs aren't making him do something stupid, something wrong. All the things he's done, broke our hearts, everyone's hearts. I doubt he knew that.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 9, 2011 5:42:43 GMT -5
"Let's race!" I half squealed, but I couldn't let go of him, I'd fall, I knew I'd fall, but I needed to run, run, run. "Let's race to the clouds and back."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 10, 2011 8:31:04 GMT -5
Calmly, the only thing I could think of to calm him down was all that escaped my lips. "I'll race you to sleep." The chilled air was almost too much to bear in the early morning, but I knew it must be only a few hours until there was sunlight.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 10, 2011 8:53:50 GMT -5
"I'll race you across the road," I stumbled out of his grip, one foot slipping off the curb. "Across the fucking freeway. Brenny, I'd be so pretty, Brenny. I could be a fucking painting."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 10, 2011 18:04:21 GMT -5
"Hey, no." Pinning his arms down, it was still hard to bring him back to where we were sitting. He was skinnier than me, but I'm shorter and it made it all the more difficult when he struggled. "Please, can we go inside?"
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 11, 2011 11:25:08 GMT -5
I nodded, cautious but agreeing because I couldn't be bothered not to, he's stronger than me, so much stronger, he had all these pretty muscles and I'm just this fucking twig that'd snap in half with a strong breeze
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