pray babes pray


I imagined this excellent and sad goodbye scene as if they were a mother and her teenage son:

“Marco: Mom please.”

“Loretta: No. You’re not going.”

“Marco: But moooom…”

“Loretta: Absolutely not.”

“Marco: But Striker is going to be there too!”


“How close were you guys? What was her name, again?”

“Rachel.” Aris paused. “We were way more than close. Things happened. We remembered stuff. Made new memories.