Take Flight

Falling

"Y/N ?"

You turn around, and there she is. One of those people you thought you'd never ever see again. Her hair has grown a lot, it makes her look younger than when you last saw her. Her face looks skinnier, but you can't really tell ; the rest of her body is hidden under a long black coat. She looks friendlier now, or maybe it's just the shock of the encounter.

"Priscilla."

You both have stopped walking and stand just a few feet from each other. It's been a long time since you last stared at each other.

"I didn't know you still came here ; I haven't seen you before. I mean, not in the past year."

"I don't. I didn't," you're quick to rectify yourself, "It's the first time I come here since the last picnic we had here."

"Oh," is all she finds to answer.

It's an uncomfortable conversation filled with uncomfortable silences. None of you truly want to have to talk to each other for long, but you're still too polite to just walk away.

"How's work ?"

"I found a new job a few months ago."

You keep the replies short, hoping it'll make her go away.

"Oh, that's great. That's great," she repeats in a whisper, "Well, hum... They tried to replace you, they did ! Actually. But hum... They're not half as good as you ever were, so... Well, I thought they'd call you back eventually. I thought you'd be back in the office. I felt bad, I mean, I... Maybe I... I don't know..."

"Can you please cut to the chase ? If you have a point, just make it. Please. This is painful."

She's quiet for a few seconds, her mouth slightly open and her eyebrows raised.

"I just wanted to be nice, no need to be such a bitch about everything. Oh God ! I... I don't want to fight, I'm sorry I just... I wanted to tell you I heard about your... Well, I read about your baby online earlier, and I thought it was a weird coincidence that we meet right after, so I thought it would be inconsiderate not to tell you I'm sorry that happened to you. So. My condolences to you and hum... Angelina."

You take a deep breath, and your nails start digging into the skin of your hands. If there is one thing you hate, it's pity, and she knows how much you despise being put in such a vulnerable position. It might've come from a place of kindness, but showing up to you after throwing you over a year ago and bringing this kind of shit up ? You feel both shame and anger rising inside of you. These days, your emotions are multiplied and uncontrollable, and sometimes you find yourself wondering what the reason for feeling some of them is.

"Listen. Maybe you mean well, maybe you don't, but it doesn't even matter. Are you doing this to hurt me ? What is your purpose here ? You left me. You rejected me for some shitty reason, and you never once tried to apologize for any of the things you said to me. It's taken me months to move on, and now you come back all nice and gentle, asking me about work ? Did you forget you were the one to get me fired in the first place ? What is your point ? We're not friends anymore. I wouldn't extend to enemies, but had I seen you in the street, I wouldn't even have made eye contact, so why do you have to talk to me now ? What's so wrong in your head that you bring up my dead daughter into a one-minute conversation just as if we were still close ? You have no right to talk about her. None of them people who talked about our baby to the press do. What good do you think it's gonna bring me, huh ? Talking to me at all, but bringing up things that do not concern you in anyway ? Can't you leave me my privacy ? Can't the world fucking give me privacy ? Let's be honest, you wanted to talk to me, you didn't just think 'Oh, she probably wants me to pay my respects'. Why would I want you to do that ? Why ? Why can't you just stay away ? You're the one who left, so don't come back now !"

Her fingers are rolled up into fists and her jaw his clenched. You can hear her knuckles crack. Her mouth is open wider, and she looks as if she had just received the biggest slap she ever had. You're just looking at her, out of breath, your heart throbbing in your chest. You wish you hadn't yelled, but nothing that comes out of you lately  has been under your control. Everything slips between your fingers, and instant regret hits you when your feel a storm coming back at you.

"You know what ? You're right. I shouldn't have come to you. I should've turned away like a coward when I saw you. But of course, you're always right, aren't you ? Isn't that what this has always been about ? God, you're so impossible to be around ! Why didn't I realize that soon ? It would've saved me a lot of time, and a lot of tears. Honestly, it's always been about you. You've always been so selfish, you never did anything to keep our friendship going. Everything always came from me ! Never a single fucking effort from Miss Perfect here ! Honestly, I don't know how I could put up with your bullshit for so long. You were never a friend, and if you ever were for a second, it was never a good one. You want me to be honest for a second ? I don't know how someone like Angelina Jolie could ever love you. I don't think it's possible. I don't even think it's possible that she can bear your presence. I'm sure it's a fucking relief every time you step out of the room. Nobody could ever truly love you. How could they ? You don't even like yourself. Your body, how can someone not want to look away when they see it ? Oh right, the lights are still off, huh ? Oh, you thought I didn't know ? Don't tell me you're that dumb. Fuck, you're fooled so easily. Don't think that either her or her son actually care about you. Don't even tell me you think your fucking buried daughter would've grown to love you. Oh, but wait ! She wasn't even your daughter. She was Angelina's daughter. You have no family. No link. You're alone. Wake up tomorrow, and there's a million chances they'll be gone. Don't blind yourself to the truth. You're alone. And you always will be."

She doesn't add a word and just walks away. You heard everything she said, yet the world seems to have disappeared from the moment she started to speak. All noises are muffled, the images are blurry, and the colors are blending together, but the words are still clear and echoing in your head. She pushed every button she knew you could not afford to be pushed, crushing you little by little with an insane joy that you could read just by looking at her. She touched every fear you have, crushing every reason you had not to listen to the voices in your mind. Your head is pounding, you feel like your eyes are about to come out of your skull, and your brain is about to explode. Every thought you had casted away is flooding back in, and suddenly all you can see is the darkness you left all those months ago. You're seeing yourself not float in it anymore but drown.

Your body is moving without you even knowing it, you're walking fast, the steps are faster than ever. The landscape around is familiar, you know where you are, but it feels so cold and hostile. It's blurry, ugly, nothing like what you used to see it as. It feels threatening, you feel watched, you can almost feel a freezing cold breath behind your ears. The trees are alive, they're chasing you, they're trying to kill you. Every step you take is faster than the last. You try to make the thoughts go away, but they're suffocating you. The bottom hem of your jacket gets stuck into the broken corner of the bridge, bringing you back to a clearer world just enough to realize you're wearing Angelina's jacket. The tears are peeking through your eyes. Angelina.

"I love you, Angelina."

The world goes dark again. And you keep on falling.

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here you go. if you don't comment on this one idk what's going on with y'all- don't hate me pls-