Lou: hey
Cat: hey
Lou: how ya doin
Cat: i'm not sure i can answer that
Lou: how do you mean
Cat: let me rephrase
Lou: go ahead
Cat: i super don't want to answer that
Lou: cat you're making me slightly distressed
Cat: i apologize
Lou: answer the question please
Cat: fine
Cat: here's the brutal truth
Cat: i'm doing very badly
Cat: and the worst part is, i don't even know why
Lou: elaborate please
Cat: why can't my previous answer suffice
Lou: because i'm goddamn worried about you
Cat: fine
Cat: i feel like i'm drowning all the time and i always have that taste in the back of my throat like i'm going to cry every single day even when i'm not going to cry
Cat: i can't sleep. every time i lie down on my bed and close my eyes nothing happens until i finally fall asleep and i have nothing but nightmares
Cat: sometimes i sit there and think about dying. i stare at the ceiling and think about how easy it would be to just...go.
Lou: do you trust me?
Cat: what?
Lou: do you?
Cat: i trust you
Lou: good. someone should be calling you shortly.
*A/N*
Ok I know y'all are getting antsy for Lou to reveal himself, and he will, trust me! All in good time, my chickadees, all in good time...all good things to those who wait...patience is a virtue...so on and so forth...
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