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turpsIt was Kayleigh's bff's dad's funeral yesterday
It was just as heartbreaking as I was expecting. The family has been ripped apart, and when the official cars arrived the family got out and Cathy, the mam, just gathered all her daughters in a hug as they sobbed.
The service itself was packed, with many people having to stand. Personal, but still traditional until the very end, where the curtains were drawn on the coffin to the sound of the song they play when Sunderland football club score a goal, Neil was a big fan, which made people laugh along with their tears. The vicar also mentioned Kayleigh by name, saying how Neil had always considered her his fifth daughter.
Poor Kayleigh was wrecked. She hasn't spoken to mam for a few months now and I was worried about them meeting up. But Kayleigh got out of the car, already crying, and mam opened her arms and just pulled her into a hug. Not that things were magically fixed, mam refused to speak or even look at Kay, and later, Kayleigh said that mam had told her to remember she only has one mam -- in relation to the comment in the service -- and when we left them alone as they walked back to the cars together, I thought they were talking, but it turns out mam didn't say a word to her.
So, I don't know. I think they're exchanging some texts, but Kayleigh's said, nothing will ever be the same. Too much has happened for that to be possible.
And, something completely different. A meme.
Gerard wants to speak up.
The stupid thing is, Gerard should know better after all of this time.
Gerard tugs at his pants, wiggling a little as he pulls them up and fastens the button.
If pushed, Pete would admit he tells lies.
“Do you remember…”
Spencer doesn’t expect a fuss on his birthday.
Normally, Gerard doesn’t take the first shift.
Isaac has worn many names.
He finds Mikey in the parking lot -- oily puddles and dark shadows, Mikey slouched in the doorway of their shit-heap of a van.
The grasslands are restless tonight.
The first time Frank hears his phone he groans, pulls his pillow over his head and instantly goes back to sleep.
The stupid thing is, it was never supposed to be any kind of a secret.
“He should be admitted, there’s a hospital nearby, a good one.
“It’s going to rain tonight,” Gerard says, “I can feel it.”
Gerard arrives back from work.
“Seven minutes.” Gerard picks up his mug and turns it so the chip on the rim will be away from his mouth.
It didn’t actually start with Mikey.
The thing is, Ray’s got needs, they all have -- that’s something that’s been understood from the start.
“And she just handed it over? Without saying anything else?”
“What do you think about piss play?” Frank asks.
“And then she asked if she could tie me up.”
Things of note. Apparently I like starting stories with dialogue, short sentences, Gerard's pov, and really need to mix things up sometimes. Also, you can tell the last two have hit Gross roomies time.
Right, I have about an hour to post at mwd, put away all the ironing and make tea before Masterchef comes on. I suspect online catch up will have to wait until tomorrow.
It was just as heartbreaking as I was expecting. The family has been ripped apart, and when the official cars arrived the family got out and Cathy, the mam, just gathered all her daughters in a hug as they sobbed.
The service itself was packed, with many people having to stand. Personal, but still traditional until the very end, where the curtains were drawn on the coffin to the sound of the song they play when Sunderland football club score a goal, Neil was a big fan, which made people laugh along with their tears. The vicar also mentioned Kayleigh by name, saying how Neil had always considered her his fifth daughter.
Poor Kayleigh was wrecked. She hasn't spoken to mam for a few months now and I was worried about them meeting up. But Kayleigh got out of the car, already crying, and mam opened her arms and just pulled her into a hug. Not that things were magically fixed, mam refused to speak or even look at Kay, and later, Kayleigh said that mam had told her to remember she only has one mam -- in relation to the comment in the service -- and when we left them alone as they walked back to the cars together, I thought they were talking, but it turns out mam didn't say a word to her.
So, I don't know. I think they're exchanging some texts, but Kayleigh's said, nothing will ever be the same. Too much has happened for that to be possible.
And, something completely different. A meme.
Gerard wants to speak up.
The stupid thing is, Gerard should know better after all of this time.
Gerard tugs at his pants, wiggling a little as he pulls them up and fastens the button.
If pushed, Pete would admit he tells lies.
“Do you remember…”
Spencer doesn’t expect a fuss on his birthday.
Normally, Gerard doesn’t take the first shift.
Isaac has worn many names.
He finds Mikey in the parking lot -- oily puddles and dark shadows, Mikey slouched in the doorway of their shit-heap of a van.
The grasslands are restless tonight.
The first time Frank hears his phone he groans, pulls his pillow over his head and instantly goes back to sleep.
The stupid thing is, it was never supposed to be any kind of a secret.
“He should be admitted, there’s a hospital nearby, a good one.
“It’s going to rain tonight,” Gerard says, “I can feel it.”
Gerard arrives back from work.
“Seven minutes.” Gerard picks up his mug and turns it so the chip on the rim will be away from his mouth.
It didn’t actually start with Mikey.
The thing is, Ray’s got needs, they all have -- that’s something that’s been understood from the start.
“And she just handed it over? Without saying anything else?”
“What do you think about piss play?” Frank asks.
“And then she asked if she could tie me up.”
Things of note. Apparently I like starting stories with dialogue, short sentences, Gerard's pov, and really need to mix things up sometimes. Also, you can tell the last two have hit Gross roomies time.
Right, I have about an hour to post at mwd, put away all the ironing and make tea before Masterchef comes on. I suspect online catch up will have to wait until tomorrow.
