//now I know that I can't make you stay, but where's your heart?//
I can't breathe, now, either. Shaking fingers- numb from the cold- unlock my phone and open my messages.
Beck: Sawyer hi I'm sorry like you don't even know how fucking sorry but you don't even know what I've been going through. My dad had an outburst I guess you could call it and my mom left it was just us in the house and I honestly thought he was gonna kill me. So I left. I don't know where I'm gonna go- I want to come see you but I'd honestly just be a burden and I can't afford a bus ticket. I'm so sorry if I can't talk to you again and I'll miss you so much but please know I don't want to do this it's just for the best and god I'm so annoying I'm gonna go now. I'm deleting kik right after this just as a precaution and my phone is probably gonna die soon and I don't know if I'm gonna have a way to talk to you again fuck I'm sorry
Beck: goodbye Sawyer
Me: wait no don't go
[OOPS, IT LOOKS LIKE BECK'S PHONE HAS BEEN OFF/DISCONNECTED FOR A WHILE. WE'LL DELIVER THE MESSAGE WHEN THEY GET BACK.]
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On The Bright Side
Ficción GeneralOregon and Minnesota couldn't be farther apart for Beck and Sawyer, but they'll make it work any way they can. Won't they? *** I mean, if you're not a fan of gay people, don't read this. In fact maybe just leave the internet forever. Potential trigg...
