forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

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(Just says he isn’t leaving her and would be back soon)
(And he loves her and she shouldn’t worry)

Tyler wasn’t downstairs or home at all, the car was still in the driveway.

(awe he's so sweet)

Macha sat down at the kitchen table, reading the note for the fifth time in a row. How long had he been gone? She thought about trying to contact him, but refrained from doing so– barely. She could sense that he needed time alone, and she wasn't going to take that away now, as much as she wanted him back in the kitchen as soon as possible.

(:
Tyler opened the door quietly and turned around to close it before noticing Macha. "Oh…you're awake.."

Macha's head snapped up, and she nearly melted with relief. "Oh thank god. I just– I just woke up. Where–" She cut herself off, not wanting to pry. "How are you feeling?"

"Did you sleep?" He asked, pulling off his jacket.

Macha seesawed a hand, noticing that he didn't answer her question. "How are you?", she repeated.

"I need to know if you slept.." He said quietly.

"A bit.", she replied quietly. "I'm guessing you didn't."

Tyler walked over to her. "I'm sorry.." He said, hugging her and seeming to melt in her arms.

"Don't be sorry oh my god don't be sorry don't ever be sorry." Macha wrapped her arms around him tightly and held him, rocking back and forth a little.

"I just…I didn't want to hurt you.." He murmured into her shoulder.

"You didn't hurt me. You could never hurt me." She hugged him tighter.

"Yes I could..that's the scary part.."

"It wouldn't be you. It wouldn't be you hurting me. Ever ever ever."

"But I can't learn to control it. So it is my fault."

"But it's not. Not your fault. It's the demon's fault."

"Which is inside me.."

"But it's not you. Therefore you wouldn't hurt me."

"Even if it isn't me. You would still get hurt."

"When have you ever hurt me? When has the demon?" She kept on insisting, determined to lift him out of whatever hole he had landed in.

“W-when we were at the place they took me. It was my fault. I couldn’t control it.”

"No but the fact that you couldn't control it is the reason that it's not your fault." She pulled away for a second. "Look at me. I'm not hurt. You didn't hurt me, and would never hurt me."

Tyler smiled a little. “I love you.” He whispered.

"I love you too.", she murmured back. "Are you– are you okay?"

“I’m..okay..now.” He muttered.

Macha looked up at him, worry creasing her forehead. "Tyler.."

(where'd he go?)

(You’ll see. He goes there a lot)

“C’mon, let’s go back to bed.” He said, smiling a little at her and walking back towards the bedroom, taking Macha with him.

(Morning)

Macha followed, a knot of worry in the pit of her stomach. She slipped an arm around his middle, hugging him to her.

(How are you?)

Tyler squeezes her hand and laid down on the bed with her, holding her close.

(I just finished watching Dodie’s livestream from last night oh my goddddddddd)
(How are you?)

Macha curled up into him, one arm draped over his side. I love you.