(Elodie)
Beckett was the little boy from my dreams. All of this time, it was him.
Truthfully, I wasn't sure if that memory was even real all of this time. Those years of my life are pretty foggy for me, and I always wondered if I made it up for some reason.
But no, I held that bear in my hands, and Beckett remembered too. After that, I don't know what the hell happened.
I blurted out some crazy things, and then Beckett said some pretty crazy things of his own. Before I knew it, I was getting railed on Beckett's childhood bed. Poor Mr. Teddy, having to witness all of that.
I think Beckett proposed to me as well? I'm not 100% sure about that. But after Beckett came inside of me and proceeded to flip me over, taking me from behind, I might've passed out.
Now, I'm struggling to open
