Anonymous Sun 16 Jun 2024 15:42:41 No.66652669 Report

>>66652593
Reed if he was more out going for Anon’s well being in E2.

Anonymous Sun 16 Jun 2024 16:57:27 No.66654254 Report

>>66652669
(From Reed's perspective)
>It's 01:40 in the morning. But I can still hear Fang tossing and turning in her bed.
>Sleeping in a trailer with someone like her is...difficult.
>I slowly slide out from under the blanket and get up from my bed.
>"...Fang?"
>"..."
>"I know you're still up man..."
>"..."
>I walk over to her bed, looking at the ptero laying on the mattress below me. She discarded her blanket long ago, but was facing the wall.
>She's gotten so thin over the months. It...It feels wrong to know that she's not eating enough, but not being able to do anything about it.
>Everytime I think about it...I just feel like a shit friend.
>"...It's fine. You don't need to say anything."
>I sit down at the foot of her bed, next to her legs before looking up at the ceiling.
>"Gotta be honest, Fang...I kind of expected to end up in a place like this."
>More silence. I'll just go on then.
>"I mean...cmon dude. It would've been naive of me to assume that everything would just work out for me...I never studied except for math, I didn't give a shit about school or my education...I just kinda floated through life. I knew that I'd end up in a trailer someday."
>I look back at her, my chest tightening a little.
>"But you?...I thought you'd be able to get off better than me. You had the talent, the grades and the opportunites to. So then..."
>I pause for a second, before sighing.
>"So then, how did you end up sleeping here with me? Where did we go wrong that you followed my footsteps? The footsteps of a deadbeat?"
(Part one of two)

Anonymous Sun 16 Jun 2024 17:02:46 No.66654340 Report

Quoted By: >>66654387 >>66654488 >>66654699

>>66652669
>>66654254
>Still no reply...but I can see Fang quaking and trembling.
>"I don't really know how we even ended up here to be honest....But I can still try."
>My chest tightens even more. Fuck, this emotional shit just isn't for me man.
>"...I can still try. And so can you, Fang."
>I lay down next to her and start staring up at the ceiling as if the answer was written on there.
>"It's not too late yet, you know? We can still go for something bigger than this."
>Even if she's trying to supress it, I can hear Fang starting to sob
>"Once Trish gets back from the meeting with our Manager tomorrow...maybe we can start looking for a new venue to play in together. But you gotta promise me that you eat some of the pancakes I make tomorrow, alright?"
>I turn around and slowly hug her from behind, as we're laying on the bed together.
>"I know you still got the strength in you that I used to admire you for...I promise you, we will make it out of here someday..."
>A quiet sob escapes Fang's mouth, as she makes a mess of the pillow she's resting her head on.
>"It's gonna be alright dude..."
>"...T-Thank you...Reed. You're a godsent..."
>her voice is hoarse from the crying, but I don't care. I just need to be there for the moment.
>For her.
(Finished another, god this is fun)