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03

One :
We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

"Oh shit, really? I'm so sorry, I'll tell the manager asap; make sure you travel safely." The static voice of Addison's friend said apologetically, the girl replying with a bubbly 'thank you' before hanging up.

The navy black pleats of her high waist dress flowed freely mid-thigh as she moved around the small humble apartment, setting her phone down onto the comforter before proceeding to neatly fold her favourite white sundress; placing it within the small gaping suitcase.

She hummed along to 'Istanbul (Not Constantinople) quietly as she did so, the dying Autumn wind knocking frantically on her closed glass window.

"Liszt, where are you... aha!"

The platinum blond crawled out from under her bed and raised the intricately carved pistol in the air like it was a trophy, pocketing it within a tailored coat (matching length and colour with the dress) which she then pulled on; the firearm tapping against her hip reassuringly.

Just moments later Addison was on the paved sidewalk, waiting in the frosty atmosphere with her suitcase sitting beside her like a trained dog; the brilliant crimson fedora on her head drawing the attention of the canary taxi she was hailing for.

"Where are you off to child?" The lanky dark-skinned man asked in a monotone voice as the woman stepped in.

"The Umbrella Academy, please." The platinum blond replied with a blinding grin.

"Do your parents work there or something child?" The taxi jolted as it spluttered, gaining speed at a crawling pace.

"My father just passed away, the identity of my birth mother is unknown to me. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me child." Addison said politely, adjusting her fedora.

She certainly got that a lot, being called kid or child; it was generally shrugged off, she does look like a very pure fifteen-year-old.

Even through she was a deadly 30 year old.

Addison fished her pistol from her pocket, admiring her greatest work yet with a small smile. She whined, uttering a curse after running a pale finger over the damaged marigold etching of a thorned rose, frowning as she glared at the already healing cut on her fingertip.

"A little child like you shouldn't have that, you could seriously hurt yourself."

She aimed the un-cocked weapon at the rear mirror with the corners of her amaranth lips tugged upwards innocently.

"I told you not to call me a child."

The taxi driver immediately sealed his mouth after one glance, suddenly becoming very disinterested in the passenger, who was now swivelling around on the spot with the gun; looking as if she were pretending to shoot everything inside whilst simpering.

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"Vanya! Baby, how are you doing this fine evening?" Addison embraced her (adopted) sister tightly, soon proceeding to reach up and squish the brunette's rosy cheeks with her two hands.

"I'm doing well, Addison." Vanya's words were slightly muffled, chuckling as the abnormally warm limbs left her face.

"Mind if I join?"

"Allison!" The platinum blond tugged the curly-haired actress forwards, looking up at her with sparkling forest green eyes.

"The big screens do you no justice with your goddess-like beauty, congratulations on the new movie!" Allison felt guilt crawl up her chest as she thanked the smaller girl, internally grimacing as her mind couldn't help but to wander back to when they were still young teens.