#morganbright

🔪 for the eulogy my muse would give for yours.

god, what was daisy supposed to say? she was supposed to get up here in front of everyone & do what? not bawl like a baby? not talk about all the regrets she had stuffed inside? daisy hated crying. she outright refused for anyone to see this side of her, but here she was sobbing as she walked to the blue moon diner stage. no one would blame her for crying.. not even freya.

“um..” her lips quivered as she spoke, grabbing hold of the small mic for comfort and structure. “freya is… was an amazing person.” she bit her lip & sighed, “but everyone who got up here before me already said that. she was nice and joyful and crazy caring – that’s it. that’s all anyone has said but she is… was so much more than that. she’s the woman who talked to me 1st everyday no matter the topic. she’s the woman who’s gonna send her sister to college even though she should go too. freya is brilliant and hilarious & held so much inside that brain of hers & i adore her. coming to work was so much easier with her around. always a story, always a good time – yes, i feed ya’ll & i’m fine with bein’ mama bear ‘round here. lord knows everyone needs someone, but… i wasn’t that to freya. i was a friend.” she stops, wondering if she should press on & say that she adored freya as more than just a coworker or friend. that inside she had a crush on the young woman & that now it was all too late. that she should’ve said to hell with it & asked her out or at least figure out if it was worth taking a leap… but she decided against it. somethings were better left for the grave.

💒 for the toast my muse would give at your muse’s wedding.

MESSAGE TO: M.B