/!\ Mention of d3ath, and c4nc3r /!\ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ Beatrice: Everything has changed, not for the better. It’s never gonna come back. Every time I almost say her name I realize, the reality. Her spirits were never dull, and only her voice could call me “Bea” and truly mean it. It’s like everyone tries to be supportive but they don’t know how to. Yes, but why would they ever. Everyone says that I have grown up like her. Almost a mirror. It really hurts, knowing she’s gone, knowing she can’t comfort my tears no more. I do realize everyone hurts like this. I can’t twist my ginger curl around it though, the truth. I dial in Andi’s number into my phone with my shaky hands as always. “…Trixi’ wha… are you ok?…” I don’t say a word. I can’t, my mind’s gone blank. “Trixi’ what’s going on…I need to know if you’re ok…” I can’t figure out what to say. Everything, my anxiety is all from last year, never ending anxiety. “Trixi’ I do think you should talk to someone about this, whether it be me or someone else…it may be time…” I say nothing and just acknowledge her thought because it’s true. I don’t think this may be just a short-term thing. {{Phone Dial Tone}} Andrea says I differ from everyone else. I happen to agree. I’m not sure how bad my anxiety has become of this. Yes, never changing may just worsen the cause. < Calli Pls comment thoughts about this…
/!\ Mention of d3ath, and c4nc3r /!\ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ Andrea: Bea’s mom passed last April of c4nc3r. Of course it was emotionally saddening for her whole family. It all happened so quickly, too quick. I remember it oh too well, and yes I do wish we could relive parts to show how quick life really is… She was extraordinary. Nobody could describe her, ever. Every time anyone brings up her or something about her I think about Bea. Yes Bea’s different, but she’s the sweetest person to be around, and her love for her mother shows here her true self. Bea has always been sensitive, always a little bit different. “…” I don’t know how to respond to silence as Bea normally calls. Bea always calls at times of her distress. I feel awful for her situation, but she hates pity from the bottom of her heart so best not to respond with pitiful words. “Trixi’ wha… are you ok?…” I say quite worried because these “distant calls” have become more frequent than before. “Trixi’ what’s going on…I need to know if you’re ok…” Of course I say this with slight fear in my voice because Bea talks but doesn’t at the same time so when she never says a word something must be up if she’s been fueled by her anxiety. “Trixi’ I do think you should talk to someone about this, whether it be me or someone else…it may be time…” I’m quite hesitant about suggesting this because it’s rough and hard but I feel as though after this she just needs some more support. {{Phone Dial Tone}} Ok well, she’s acknowledged my existence and my thoughts. She needs this… I feel as though after I’m not doing the right thing but I am. It’s been hard for her and she needs some guidance from someone else who knows how to talk better than I. < Calli Comment on thoughts
