ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵃ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ʷᵉᶦʳᵈ﹔

Becky: Okay, the first time wasn't me. The second time, yeah.. because I had spent so much time locked away there that I thought it should be worth something, but the only thing worth anything is you. I'm not leaving, Imogen, not even if my parents try to make me. I won't let them. Does that mean I might be able to put it together now?

Imogen:... you're right. It wasn't you, not the first time. It still just hurts thinking about it even if it wasn't your fault. This is all just so much and scary... but I already said that. Um, when will I be able to see you again? Or do I have to wait for another letter?

Becky: I don't want you to be scared, but I understand why you are. I wish there was a way to make you see that I mean this.

Becky: Because you're the only person who sees me for who I am. You're the only one who isn't trying to change me.

Becky: This isn't about my parents anymore. This is about me and what I want, and I want you.

Becky: Imogen.

Becky: I know, I know. But this time, I mean what I said. Everyone's been pulling me in different directions, and it's been so tiring and confusing, but I'm not going to pretend to be someone I'm not anymore. If my parents can't accept that, then they can't accept me.

Imogen: Becky.

Becky: Are you going to talk to me, Imogen? I know you got that letter. And I know I don't deserve it, but please don't bail on me like I have to you so many times. Please, I need to hear from you.

Imogen: How do you know I got it? Maybe Volta ate it before I actually got it.

Becky: [gulps] Goodbye, Imogen Moreno.

Becky: [shakes her head, wishing Imogen wasn't making this so difficult] I'm sorry, Imogen. Really, I am. I hope someday you can forgive me.

Becky: [remains quiet, knowing Imogen is right] ...It is. It's what I have to do. [takes a deep breath, nodding her head to reassure herself] I have to fix this, Imogen. I really hope you can understand. You deserve someone who wants all you have to offer.

Becky: [wipes a fallen tear from her cheek] But that's just it, Imogen. It's because I love you that I need to give it one more shot. I'm so, so sorry.. [gulps, gripping the phone tightly] I just need to do this.

Becky: [smiles for only a moment before realizing she must explain now] Good. Good, I'm glad you said that. Imogen, I'm in love with you. [closes her eyes, wishing this was much easier than it was] So that's why.. I think I should give reparative therapy another shot. [voice cracks, a sniffle is held in]

Becky: [sighs hearing her voice and grows more nervous before speaking] Hi, Imogen! I'm glad you answered. [paused, taking a deep breath] I need to talk to you about something. It's kind of important.

Becky: [hits send on the call, hoping Imogen will answer].