Becky; the girl with the golden pen (keyboard?) <3

Canary Beck

It was one of those marathon talks that I knew, and hoped, might one day come. You might know the ones. The ones were you realise just how much you stopped listening? Where you see just how much you were focused on being right, and proving the other person wrong?

And there we saw the transference. You play the exasperated mother and I will play your sarcastical determined teenage daughter. How well we play our roles, as if rehearsed to perfection. After all, we are both good role players; we’re just used to playing out these parts with different actors.

The destructiveness of caustic accusations. The acid stains of scathing thoughts. The irrevocable nature of words said in anger. How badly we screwed it all up. How bitter we became.  How broken we felt after the bitter penny dropped. How much the trust between us had eroded, until it had…

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2 Comments to “”

  1. Thank you so much for the reblog Mera! It really means a lot! :)

  2. It’s a beautiful story.

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