I’m sorry, love. Take a deep breath. Close your eyes and breathe. Everything is all right. Your brothers are fine and so are you, and you’ll talk to them before the day is out. Right now, focus on where you are and try to find something that helps you think clearly. Find focus and clarity, anchor yourself. Don’t panic.
You shouldn’t have to weather it, that’s right. But you are brilliant and strong and you can face this, you can win. Charlotte, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, and you don’t have to accept anyone. Focus on yourself for a moment, please.
You’re lovely, you know that right? -smiles- But you don’t know me very well and you don’t know what kind of person I am. I’m really not that great of a person.
“That was a very poetic way to say that shit happens and then you die,” Will smiled at his girlfriend. “But you’re absolutely right. Sometimes you wake up not wanting to do anything, but after a few moments, reality sets in and you realize you’re an adult with responsibilities you have to take care of whether you want to or not.” There were plenty of days like that in Will’s life, but he pushed through them like he was expected to. “Oh, of course I like to look down your shirt. They’re boobs. Boobs are good no matter what size they are, and yours are pretty perfect,” he smirked. “Your body is my chapel?” he repeated, laughing. “I suppose you could say that, kind of. And if that means I’m going to hell, then it’s okay because you’ll be right there with me.”
“I guess it could, but I promise to drink more of this wine than you,” he grinned. “I know you can. By me pulling out the chair, I am making no social comment about how you are a woman and you need a man to pull you chair out for you. It is me merely trying this boyfriend thing out, even though I have no idea what I’m doing.” He kissed her cheek when he noticed she was blushing. He wasn’t used to this whole thing yet, but it definitely made it easier that he was going through this with Lottie. Will let her take the first bite and was surprised by her reaction to the meal. “Really?” he smiled, “I didn’t know I could cook either,” he laughed before he took a bite. “Mmm… this is pretty good.”
"I was an English major my darling, I paid good money to be able to be poetic about stupid things like that," Charlotte smirked. "Or if you’re me some days you can’t wake up and you can’t get out of bed and you choose not to get out of bed," she frowned. She knew one of those days was coming, unfortunately. They always happened around the same time of year and March 16th was approaching with the speed of an oncoming train and poor Charlotte Moore was standing on the tracks. None of this was anything she would tell Will, though. She’d keep that quiet. She didn’t need him worrying about her. That’s the last thing she ever wanted. "My boobs better be your favorite boobs, William. I mean, they’re not only mine but - in a sense, they are also yours," she smirked. "That was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever said but I mean, I’ve made you kneel before me plenty of times, my love. I think it counts," she said with a laugh, crinkling her nose a bit.
"I may be smaller than you but I could drink you under the table. No questions asked, William. Don’t test me," she chuckled. "I’ve learned from the master, Christopher Moore taught me everything I needed to know and my father gave me the alcohol tolerance of a saint. I think my little frame could take you," she replied. "Well, you are quite kind to not only pull out my chair but make me a delicious meal and give me a great glass of wine," she smiled, "I guess I’ve done something right to deserve someone as lovely as you. I mean, I was keeping you around for the shag but now that I know you can cook? I’m definitely keeping you around now," she joked.
Hey, hey— you know what. Let’s smoke. And then eat everything in sight. And play flappy bird or some shit.
Okay, yeah, that sounds like a plan. I could - I could use an escape for a while.
Breathe. And know that you’re going to be alright without her, if that’s the case.
I’ve done everything right my entire life and - -sighs- you’re right. You’re right. I’ve made it this far without her I - I need to stop.
It’s going to be okay.
I swear to God if it’s not okay then I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.
I figured that, funny enough. Most people never mean to.
That’s true. I’m Charlotte. Charlotte Moore.
How’s Miss Cunt doing these days?
She uh - she wants to - reconnect and come back? I - I don’t want to deal with this right now.
@lotsoflottie: Hemmy does not appreciate his new sweater. But I do.
What are we no-ing?
That’s no way to approach anything, love. You are under no call to reconnect with your mother if you don’t want to, and your phone has a perfectly good off switch. Chances are your brothers are in a similar situation and are trying to find a better way to communicate with you that bypasses her. I promise that if something had happened to Chris or Charlie, you would know, and thus must carry on operating under the assumption that they’re fine and simply need some time.
Now, as for the rest of it. Drinking will solve nothing, and you will only have more problems in the morning if you continue. If you would like to wallow in self-pity, you are more than allowed to do that, but you should be sober and you should remember all of the beautiful things and opportunities that have gotten you this far in life. Surely this is nothing you can’t weather.
Charles Harrison and Christopher James Moore do not go days without contacting me especially when we live in the same town. That is not acceptable. Absolutely unacceptable. They can’t - they can’t just - -groans- they can’t just need some time when - when I need them too.
No this is something I’ve had to weather more times than a 22 - nearly 23 year old girl should have to weather. No kid should have to debate apologies from parents they should be able to accept them with open arms but - but I’m not.