SHE HAS blonde hair. I like that. Sunlight catches in blonde hair unlike any shade—it's true what they say, blondes get more attention.
Her name is Guinevere, but she goes by Beck. Laughing bashfully, she explains resentment as causally as talking about the weather. She doesn't like her family, her opinion or their choices. I could tell that just from hearing the story behind her name.
She isn't like you, Joe. She's passionate, motivated, ambitious. She sees her current situation and she demands her change. You could never do that, Joe. You're too much of a coward. You couldn't grab your destiny by the balls and growl out a threat, demanding something better. You're too much of a pussy.
Guinevere. She sees the universe as her plaything, demanding her way, unwilling to believe that certain destinies are set in stone. Never meant to change. Love is one of them.
So why is she looking at you more than she's looking at me?
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HIM .. Joe Goldberg
FanfictionMaybe I am wearing this dress just for you. Maybe I've had a crush on you since before you ever laid eyes on me. You'd be right, Joe. I do have a crush, and it burns like the radiant sun.
