a story about how a fake - turned real - love affair between one very famous singer and one up and coming singer becomes a whirlwind of drama, distractions and difficulties, will they manage to escape unscathed?
find out in 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎.
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triggering warning for the whole of the chapter
alessandra marino 6:12PM los angeles, california.
i was doing my coursework in my bedroom when my phone goes off, a text from natalie.
natty can u come mine?
me u ok? what's up?
i watch as she types then clears it away, then again, and again and again - she's definitely going through something, my mind begins to race at what it could be.
natty i have the box, i need ur help to open this. i can't do it alone.
the box? is she really ready to do this?
me i'm omw.
immediately, i get off my bed and throw some shoes on, grabbing my car keys and phone, i practically threw myself into the car and rushed to her house, the whole time my brain was racking through so many questions.
why did she have the box? is she ok? is she in the right state of mind to do this?
"i'm here!" i shout, when i hear no response i figure she must be in the studio room, after all she calls it her safe place for that reason, she can't hear anyone and vice versa, i open the door to see her with a box of tissues, and the box in between her legs resting on her knees, she looks up to me with puffy bloodshot eyes, i can tell she's been crying.
damn, she's really been through it today, huh?
"aw baby." i mumble, going to her side and sitting next to her, she takes deep shaky breath.
"this is a good thing ally, i need to do this. it's been almost two and a half years now." i hear her mutter, i nod my head in agreement.
"but are you sure you're ready?" i ask, and she nods. i honestly don't think she is, i think if it wasn't for that zach sang interview that box would still stay in her dresser for another year at least, but hey, maybe this is for the good.
"alright, here it goes." she mumbles, her shaky hands lift the top and i watch her, holding one of her hands, she completely lifts the top off and sobs quietly, i squeeze her hand gently to let her know i'm right here.
"i miss them so much." she says softly, tears rushing down her face, my eyes scan the box as i look at all the photos, ticket stubs and every single memory she has of them.
man, they would be so proud of her, if they were here now. i can remember when natalie and alfie first moved to la, they were new from florida, coming from a completely different coast must've been so strange for them, at that time it was only me and ethan, we were childhood bestfriends and once we met both natalie and alfie in middle school we became the gang of four, we would do everything together pretty much, apart from that one tragic night, it was the night that ruined us all.
