Seventeen year old musician, Sixth year Slytherin. My name is in fact, Wal Rus. Ha-ha. Hilarious, right? I'm in a band with my best mate, Jake Matt. I get called "Wally" or "Wall-e" sometimes. 'Bout it.

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ask-becca: Do not blame yourself for this Wal Rus. It's not your fault. It's not. No one.. No one could keep me happy. Not even me. Not my daughter.. nor my fiance. It's been this way since I was eight.. Since the first time it happened.. Please don't blame yourself. -Becca

I’ll try not to. But I won’t make any promises. By the way, would you like for me not to stop you?

~Wal

ask-becca: You're not a terrible friend. Why would you think that? -Becca

Because I was unable to keep you happy. I was unable to stop you from feeling this way, and have suicide and depression gnawing at your skin. I was unable to stop you from harming yourself, pulling your hair out.. I’m sorry.

~Wal

ask-becca: Wal, why are you mad at yourself? -Becca

Because I’ve been a terrible friend. 

~Wal

ask-becca: Wal, why are you breaking something? And Colin deserves better. I know what you are going to say to that, but don't. He needs someone who is healthy and can be happy. Love, Becca.

Kind of mad at myself. *does say it because you said not to*

~Wal

ask-becca: Wal, yeah, but those dreams. That's all they are- all they ever will be. Lisa is young, she won't remember me. And Colin.. I don't know. I'm sorry Wall-e. I know I'm stupid for trying.. and.. I'm sorry.

Dreams can be reality. All you need is imagination. Lisa could never forget you. My mom died when I was young, but even though I was hardly a year old, I remember her touch. And Colin, I don’t know how that guys’ mind works. Odd fellow. I’m sure he’d be the most devastated if that’s possible.

I’m sorry too, Becca. 

~Wal

p.s. excuse me, I need to break something.

ask-becca: Wal, I never said that it'd be easy forgetting me. I just said you could. How could I motivate you? What do I do with myself? Starve, and cut, and bitch and moan. That's all I do. And truthfully, eventually.. maybe after twenty years, or thirty- I would forget you. I'd still remember you, but it wouldn't hurt anymore. And I know what you're going to say. "Exactly. It'll hurt." but I'm selfish. I know it'd hurt for a while. Love, Rebecca.

You’re strong for pulling through this far. And you have many reasons to keep going. Don’t you? Look at Lisa and Colin and all the people who mean a lot to you. Remember your old dreams as a child.. Remember all the things you dreamed to do. And you about nearly threw your life away. What for? Because you’re useless and complain or something? You’re anything but useless. We all are selfish. We all are bitchy and have moments where everything would be better if we just ended it, right? Doesn’t mean we should. Suicide. Heh. To think that was nearly my way out. Kind of a lame way to die. I’d rather die old, by the one I love. And you almost lost the opportunity to raise Lisa. I wonder what it would be like for Colin to explain that her mother committed suicide. 

~Wal

ask-becca: Wal, you could. Everyone says that they couldn't... But really. It's not a hard thing forgetting someone. Love, Rebecca.

No, I couldn’t. Don’t go off saying that I could easily forget you. Do you understand how much an impact you have on me? You inspire me. You motivate me. You make me laugh. You help me. Your presence is enough to keep me going. What about me? If I killed myself (which I almost did in 4th year, but I was stopped by you). Would you forget me eventually? Think about it. I love you, okay? And if Colin wasn’t there, I’d probably be the one putting a ring on your finger. 

~Wal

ask-becca: Dear Wal, that sounds really adorable. Lisa's potion was permanent. She's beautiful. Blonde with curly hair. Looks a lot like Colin.. Well, I just- I'm sorry, Wal. Without me, you'd move on. You have Jake and Melodi and Christofer. You'd forget me soon enough. Love, Becca.

I honestly doubt I could ever forget you.

~Wal