Robert "Bob" Crewe

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

Mary swirled her glass in her hand, the liquid sloshing up against the side. She didn’t know why Frankie had invited all of his bandmates over to their house without consulting her first and she was making no effort to hide her disapproval of their presence. 

“I just want to go home!”

“I knew you’d leave me..”

“You’re leaving me?..”

“Why can’t i fix myself?..”

“I’m sorry..”

“I didn’t mean it!”

“It hurts, it hurts so much..”

“If i just used this blade right now..”

“Do you know how it feels when i see your arms like that?”

“I don’t want to fight you anymore!”

“Can’t we just make up?..”

“I never wanted this..”

“I never said i hated you!”

“You promised..”

“How could you?..”

“I trusted you!”

“You broke my heart..”

“When are you coming home?”

“Please come back!”

“I hate you!”

“I loved you!”

“I never wanted it to end this way..”

“Please don’t tell me it’s over..”

“Don’t talk.”

“Just leave.”

“I can’t hurt myself again!”

“The only thing waiting for me by your side is pain. It happens every time.”

“You can’t leave me here like this, can you?..”

“Just say it once.”

“I miss you..”

“I’m so sorry, i couldn’t control myself..”

“I tried to save you..”

“You didn’t save me!”

“You left me alone!”

“Help me, please!”

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Name:

Age:

Gender:

Big/little spoon:

Favorite movie:

Favorite tv show:

Favorite music genre:

Can we talk about mundane things:

Is it okay if I fall asleep:

Are kisses allowed:

Are pants required:

When are you available for cuddles:

My place or yours:

Can we cuddle in bed or couch only:

Will you play with my hair:

Can we have a snack before:

“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?” 

“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”

“I know you lied to me.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“You backstabber!”

“I never want to see you again.”

“You never mattered to me.”

“I knew this was a bad idea.”

“Rot in hell.”

“It was supposed to be a secret!”

“No one loves me.”

“He/she/they is/are so petty…”

“You made me cry.”

“I don’t know who you are anymore.”

“How DARE you?!”

“I know you’re not talking to me…”

“I SAW you with him/her/them!”

“Just leave me alone.”

“What did you do?!”

“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”

“Just admit that was extra…”

“I forgive, but I don’t forget.”

“[text read thirty minutes ago]”

“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?”

“So what if I had sex with your ex?”

“There’s something I have to tell you…”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.”

“I never loved you.”

“It’s too late.”

“But he wouldn’t be gone at all if you’d just…” She trailed off, closing her eyes before weakly shaking her head dismissively. “You could have just left him be and he could have kept trying to search for a way out, but at least he’d be at home with me. I mean, Jesus. I’m pregnant again. I’ve done it alone once and I don’t think I can do it again.” She sighed heavily, her resolve seeming to crumble as she buried her face in her hands. “It’s all your fault…”

At this point, something seemed to have finally snapped inside Mary and all of her previous anger had seemed to be converted to pure sadness. She just felt empty as the flames that had just been licking the inside of her stomach seemed to be extinguished. She was tired and arguing had lost it’s appeal. She just wanted Frankie and to sleep. 

Mary felt almost on the verge of tears at this point. Her insides felt as though they’d been twisted up, and a sense of discomfort seemed to settle over her. “I give up. You’re a fucking angel. Is that what you want from me? I didn’t asked to psycho-fucking-analyzed. Maybe I just have a hard time feeling bad for people. It’s not like I don’t, though. I just have to focus on the things in my life first before I can worry about anyone else’s. And having the extra energy to look at other people’s lives and feel bad for them doesn’t always happen. So, excuse me for putting my family first.”

“You don’t get it. You don’t have to tell your children that you don’t know when daddy is going to be home. I…I just want him to be home.” She sighed softly, almost seeming to deflate as she admitted what was bothering her. She hated the vulnerability of being so honest. About letting people know how much she actually needed Frankie. “Just…never mind. Forget about it.”

But at Robert’s dig back at her, she hardened. She looked at him blankly, pulling her own pack of cigarettes out of her pocketbook and placed the cigarette against her lips and gripped it between her teeth. Mary pulled out her own lighter, sparking it to life and lighting the end of her cigarette and taking a long drag. 

“Go fuck yourself.” She replied flatly, blowing out a long stream of smoke into Crewe’s face. Despite being a married woman with three children, she couldn’t quite squash the spirit of the nineteen year old girl who’s been arrested for assault of a police officer. She couldn’t make herself respect anyone who insulted her. “I like to save my compassion for my girls or people who deserve it. And most people don’t.”

“Go to hell.” She snapped, her tone so sharp you could almost see the blood dripping off her teeth. “Go to fucking hell Crewe. Sure, I have free time. I have some time to myself. But most of my time is eaten up by laundry and cooking and cleaning and parenting and shuttling my girls from activities and still trying to be social. But I’m alone in my house for most of the day. It takes a pretty big fucking toll on you. Especially when you don’t get the comfort of knowing that someone is going to hold you to make it all better at the end of the day.

Mary sighed heavily, her slender arms folded neatly over her supple chest as she looked back at her husband’s boss incredulously. She was short on patience as of late and this passive way of escaping her blame was testing it. She didn’t need help. She was a woman grown, no matter what Crewe claimed, he shouldn’t be fussing over her like a child. “Well, I’m not your…partner, am I?” The redhead replied with a overtone of judgement in her words, lingering on the word partner longer than she needed to. It was a low blow, but she wasn’t currently feeling very patient with Robert or this argument. “I don’t see why you have to worry about me at all. I’m nobody to you, Crewe.”

As he walked away, she began digging through her purse for a lighter before forcing herself up from the couch and following after the man. 

“Need a light?”