the rp you are part of is a complete rip off of west park asylum.
Is it fun living in Neverland? I always wanted to visit. I heard people can fly there. And there are fairies. And pirates!
…what? Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we were talking about irrelevant shit that doesn’t exist.
Would you like me to be wrapped around your finger, then? To stay?
I won’t be happy upon leaving your presence, so hopefully my absence will give you some sort of peace.
I wanted a friend. That’s what I wanted.
Just go, Landon. We both know it’ll be easier.
I don’t want to search and try for your trust, Denise.. I’m tired of putting out my trust. And were I to tell you, you’d never trust another word I said.
Denise, I’m so tired of spinning this word around my tongue for nothing. I will accept that you have Vincent and I will give up. That is what you want and that is what I’ll do.
Fine then, don’t tell me.
I don’t — yes, um.. I mean.. of course that’s what I want.. That’s what makes sense, right? To be happy.
I care how you think of me, so I won’t.
I’ve explained that once, twice, over again.
If you can’t open up to me, I won’t ever trust you fully.
Love is just.. it’s a strong word, Landon. I don’t think..
Love is not specific to one man, Denise. I know your thoughts. There’s much more happening for me than you would expect as well. You’ve no idea why I was locked away, have you? I’ve no knowledge of yours, not completely.
I cannot make you love me, if you truly don’t. And.. I’m sorry for that. I’ll leave you alone to your thoughts and your depression and Vincent, who I soon hope realises what he has.
Tell me, then. Tell me why you were locked away if it’s so sinister.
Love you? Why wouldn’t you even want that from a girl like me?
You know.. you’re only afraid.
I’ve spent my time being afraid, Denise. The problem is that you are stuck there. You spun a web and acted as your own insect because you were confused. And you’re still there because you’re still confused. How is it, that me, of all people, isn’t? And yet, you, the one with a reputation of love, can’t decipher it?
I’m afraid because I seem to have lost the man I love somewhere along the line to a life of worry and waiting.
And, I seem to have, yet again, attracted the attention of someone that I have grown to care for, yet cannot return his feelings because I love another. Another that is lost in the world, passively forgetting me. Don’t attempt to read my thoughts, love. There’s more to me than you know.
No. Why, Denise, do you care for me? Give me an honest answer, not one that will benefit everyone but you.
I don’t know.
Perhaps that’s the problem.
Because she is an arrangement, not a feeling or a love. Answer my question.
Because I thought we could be friends. Such a silly concept I keep tricking myself into.
We have a deal, her and I. The situation is void of any reason that you might conceive.
Why? You have Vincent, so why?
It sounds just lovely.
You have her. So why care for me?
