Rebecca

PJ Returned

Slowly pressured over time by former members of Ficly to return. Hi.

Cheer Captain of the High Seas in the League of Awesomeness.

“Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”

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I still remember her like it was 9 o'clock this morning. She had this new confidence I had never seen before. She knew who she was and what she wanted and I was just happy to be with her, to watch her grow and do the things she wanted.

She was close with everyone, some more than others. I believed I was special to her but I had these doubts. Real doubts, compacted by real messages sent by her to real other people, cute people.

"Are you cheating on me?" I asked as we walked by the Thames.

"No," she said, in a strange, un-offended way.

"Because if you are, we can just be friends. I won't be mad. We can still be close."

"You're just being paranoid." And she smiled this honest smile and I agreed that perhaps I was.

The doubt was all-consuming though, and I never blamed her. I blamed myself. I was the paranoid one. I was the mess.

And really I shouldn't have been surprised. But I was surprised.

It's funny, really.

When you look at someone through rose-tinted glasses all the red flags just look like flags.


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

That last line is perfection!

The self-awareness moments always startle us.

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