Please …
Red
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I bought this set online during a Valentine’s Day sale, but I’ve never had anyone to wear it for.
Ropes
This must be what torture feels like. Your body is a work of art.
You’re exactly my type physically. I couldn’t have designed you more perfectly if I’d used clay and built you myself.
Red
You don’t know what my face looks like yet.
Are we ever going to reveal our full profiles? I’m nervous.
Ropes
I like what we have now. I like talking to you. I’ve never felt so comfortable with anyone.
Red
I feel comfortable with you too. You’re right; I don’t want to mess this up.
Tell me a secret, something you’ve never told anyone.
Ropes
I can’t remember what my mom’s voice sounded like anymore. A few years ago, I realized that I’d forgotten. It felt like losing her all over again.
Red
I’m so sorry. I have a few voicemails saved from mine … but I feel her loss every single day. She was the glue that held our family together. It’s never been the same since.
Ropes
I wish I had more positive things to say about mine. She didn’t treat me well. I know she wanted to. I know she loved me. But her addiction made her into someone she wasn’t.
Fuck, I’ve never talked about this to anyone—ever.
What are you doing to me, Red?
Red
It’s good to talk about it. I’m glad you feel safe enough with me to open up. I’m sorry you’ve carried this burden alone for so long. I can’t imagine how lonely that must have felt. I at least had siblings to process it with.
Ropes
I have people I could have talked to. I push people away. It’s just easier, I guess.
Red
My father never dealt with my mother’s death the way he should have. He checked out of our lives and turned to alcohol. It’s almost like the day she died, he died with her.
Don’t let that become you, Ropes.
