Who Is Who? (Cate Blanchett x Female OC)

"Back to California"

"Who Is Who?"

Cate Blanchett/OC

Chapter One

To walk down the stairs of love, you could just fall - but that would be ugly. Being precise and careful is the key. You wouldn't want to miss important parts of a relationship. You wouldn't want to miss the moment you fall in love and skip to marriage entirely, eh?

There are always things you mustn't skip or change. Like the way cereal goes before the milk, and not vice versa. If you do miss something, it could cost you a great deal. Not in money, but heartbreak. Long, heart-wrenching, sleepless nights without your lover by your side.

Cordelia had long pondered if that was the case in her relationship, which had ended so abruptly, she didn't have a second to mutter a single word besides 'leave'. If it was because they missed a few steps, they missed the I like you's and skipped to 'I love'. But...cheaters stay cheating, don't they? Or that's what she heard from her aunt before she passed away.

At least she learned something that night. A secret to the best life you could get - a loveless life. Being alone wasn't nice, not to all people necessarily, but a loveless life was different. It included friends, it included animals that you all liked too much for your well-being, but it didn't include long nights by the fireplace with a wine glass in your hand and your lover by your side. It didn't include romantic dates, but platonic hang-outs in a local bar. It was all the same, just without romance. And it didn't bother her at all. She felt as if she never missed a thing.

Cordelia still enjoyed the intimacy, or rather one night stands. But they weren't consumed out of love, or romance, anyway. Pure lust was what polluted the air. Nothing long-term and nothing that lasted longer than a few hours anyway.

Well, even if she missed some steps on her relationship, it was probably what Aphrodite had sent her. Cordelia mused she thought them too different as well.

And after two years, Cordelia was moving up her steady steps on the way to the stars. The breakup was for the better.

It was late morning on a Thursday; a very messy day. The rain seeped through the sky like it was a strainer and hit the wet ground loudly. It was a rainstorm, one of Cordelia's favourites. It seemed to skim through
Pennsylvania each year during mid-Autumn. It wasn't violent, but it poured straight cold rain for a week. Plans during that period were almost always ruined.

Cordelia was waiting in her bedroom patiently with her luggage by her side for the rain to subside at least a little bit before she slipped away to leave for California. The flights, for the week, were postponed due to the heavy rain, but no one said travelling by car was not permitted. And it was only to the nearest state, where the rain wasn't gushing badly and she could go by plane.

The girl took another puff of her cigarette, exhaling the hot smoke that burned the back of her throat in a slow motion. It made her lungs burn inside-out once the smoke hit the back of her throat and came back out through her half-open mouth. It was what made her alive and not just a moving souvenir on a metal spiral. It made her feel that her heart still pumped in her chest and moved the crimson blood in her body. It made her feel that she was this present.

The rain slowed, the fast ticking of it crashing became steadier, less frantic. Cordelia put out her cigarette with her fingers, burning them, and hurried out of her house, leaving her bedroom behind.
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