Over
If you left me in yesterday once, you’ll leave me there again.
I wasn’t your cup of tea the first time around, I can’t imagine why you would think I would be that stupid to believe you would somehow forget what you like no matter the years the experience or maturity.
I accepted what I didn’t know about you the first time around and used that to explain why you didn’t love me. Why come back to kill me now? Why shed light on the one dark mystery that actually served me well during those miserable, awkward teenage years. Do you not understand that for one brief moment I was pretty. I was skinny. I was loved.
You left me because you were on drugs. You left me because your hormones were out of control and you got a girl in trouble. You left me because you didn’t know me, you didn’t know how incredible I actually was and I left myself there as well; And I was crumbled in a pathetic heap on the inside, but I was perfect, pristine and pretty by all reflective accounts on the outside.
Leave it there! Leave us there and just accept the fact that it’s over.
S0phie reread the words she had texted back to herself while waiting for Bailey to come back from the ladies room. She heaved a loud sigh and thumbed through her arsenal of emojis looking for the appropriate smiley that would encapsulate her exact emotions behind the lengthy text she was about to send her ex-boyfriend when Bailey snuck up on her backside sporting two steaming cups of Latte and scared her into accidentally hitting the delete button.
Sophie sighed again and simply tossed her android into her open bag laying on the chair next to her.
Bailey kicked the table as she sat, forcing Sophie to spill some of her coffee onto her wrist and table as she struggled with the lid as well as Bay's abrupt reappearance.
"Where is this procedure supposed to take place and what did they say are the possible side effects if all goes sideways", Bay demanded.
Sophie dabbed some of the Latte off of her wrist with a paper napkin that she drew out of the ridiculously large pile of napkins that Bailey had pillaged from the dispenser and wiped up the rest of the coffee droplets off of the table before crumpling the napkin and throwing it at Bailey.
Bailey thought it absolutely remarkable when Sophie answered her question with an almost bored and disinterested sigh of regale that included the terms psychotic break and vegetative comatose leading to death.
They both sat there in silence sipping their coffee with each trying to postulate the direction of their respective emotions and responsive sentences that would manage the state of their conversation. Bailey knew Sophie had been diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer and Sophie knew that Bailey was at least ten years younger than her and that in her immaturity had not fully grasped the idea that she was going to die, although it hadn't actually been until that moment that Sophie herself had imagined the state of her own consciousness when that time would inevitably come.
"I don't think they actually know what the fuck will happen to me Bay, so I'm not entirely sure why I'm meeting with a sim designer to in a sense create my own world, but that's exactly why I wanted to meet with you before I talk to this guy." Sophie continued to rummage through her bag as she was talking and barely gave the piece of paper she pulled out of her bag a second glance as she passed to Bailey.
"do you think you could build me this in Blender?" Bailey's eyes grew wide as she unfolded the paper revealing a beautiful lakehouse sitting on a pristine body of water then folded it back up and slid it into her own backback with the words, "I will certainly try Soph."
I wasn’t your cup of tea the first time around, I can’t imagine why you would think I would be that stupid to believe you would somehow forget what you like no matter the years the experience or maturity.
I accepted what I didn’t know about you the first time around and used that to explain why you didn’t love me. Why come back to kill me now? Why shed light on the one dark mystery that actually served me well during those miserable, awkward teenage years. Do you not understand that for one brief moment I was pretty. I was skinny. I was loved.
You left me because you were on drugs. You left me because your hormones were out of control and you got a girl in trouble. You left me because you didn’t know me, you didn’t know how incredible I actually was and I left myself there as well; And I was crumbled in a pathetic heap on the inside, but I was perfect, pristine and pretty by all reflective accounts on the outside.
Leave it there! Leave us there and just accept the fact that it’s over.
S0phie reread the words she had texted back to herself while waiting for Bailey to come back from the ladies room. She heaved a loud sigh and thumbed through her arsenal of emojis looking for the appropriate smiley that would encapsulate her exact emotions behind the lengthy text she was about to send her ex-boyfriend when Bailey snuck up on her backside sporting two steaming cups of Latte and scared her into accidentally hitting the delete button.
Sophie sighed again and simply tossed her android into her open bag laying on the chair next to her.
Bailey kicked the table as she sat, forcing Sophie to spill some of her coffee onto her wrist and table as she struggled with the lid as well as Bay's abrupt reappearance.
"Where is this procedure supposed to take place and what did they say are the possible side effects if all goes sideways", Bay demanded.
Sophie dabbed some of the Latte off of her wrist with a paper napkin that she drew out of the ridiculously large pile of napkins that Bailey had pillaged from the dispenser and wiped up the rest of the coffee droplets off of the table before crumpling the napkin and throwing it at Bailey.
Bailey thought it absolutely remarkable when Sophie answered her question with an almost bored and disinterested sigh of regale that included the terms psychotic break and vegetative comatose leading to death.
They both sat there in silence sipping their coffee with each trying to postulate the direction of their respective emotions and responsive sentences that would manage the state of their conversation. Bailey knew Sophie had been diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer and Sophie knew that Bailey was at least ten years younger than her and that in her immaturity had not fully grasped the idea that she was going to die, although it hadn't actually been until that moment that Sophie herself had imagined the state of her own consciousness when that time would inevitably come.
"I don't think they actually know what the fuck will happen to me Bay, so I'm not entirely sure why I'm meeting with a sim designer to in a sense create my own world, but that's exactly why I wanted to meet with you before I talk to this guy." Sophie continued to rummage through her bag as she was talking and barely gave the piece of paper she pulled out of her bag a second glance as she passed to Bailey.
"do you think you could build me this in Blender?" Bailey's eyes grew wide as she unfolded the paper revealing a beautiful lakehouse sitting on a pristine body of water then folded it back up and slid it into her own backback with the words, "I will certainly try Soph."
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