Way Back When (Elizabeth. O)

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Elizabeth's POV:

Her Trailer

That has to be one of the best sleeps I've had in a long, long time. I guess it's down to the fact that my mind can finally be at peace, since it's been thinking about Mia and our situation for as long as I can remember.

Speaking of her, she's nowhere to be seen when I wake.

The duvet is spread out across the bed as though someone has flung it to the side and stepped out. After I realise that I have a moment to myself, I take a minute to think about what exactly is going on because everything has just sort of happened lately.

I know what I gave to do, the only problem is that I don't know if I have the strength to do it.

I need to break up with Robbie, before either he finds out or she finds out that I was lying to her, which would be the end of us. Which I cannot afford to happen.

I'm a little bit happy that's he wasn't here when I wake up, not because of any other reason than that I don't know if I can be seen publicly with her. I don't know what being seen as gay would do to my career but I know that Hollywood is a vicious place.

But at the same time I'm disappointed that I'm not with her, and something in my heart tells me that it's going to be agonising not seeing her every second of the day.

That's what love is.

When you feel like a black hole threatens to swallow your heart if they're not with you. When all you want to do is be with them, hold them, let them know that you'd never give them up.

I look over at the clock and see that it's almost 8:00, meaning that I only have about thirty minutes to eat, get my costume and makeup on and start filming with the rest of the crew. I jump out of the bed and go over to the bathroom where I have a quick shower and dry my hair quickly and roughly with a towel.

As I do, I can see all of the marks that Mia left, some around my breasts and down the valley of them, thankfully there isn't any hickeys anywhere above my collar, so I should be good.

I throw on some sweats and find a baggy tee that lays in the back of a chair. I check that it doesn't smell before throwing it on and heading to get some socks and shoes.

As I rush around, constantly pushing my long, wet brown hair out of my eyes, I find a small piece of paper on the side. I get a lump in my throat as I recall the note that she last left when we slept together. I pick it up and see the beautiful cursive writing that I remember so vividly, from when we were teens.

        Hey love.
   
Don't worry, you won't be late. There's a problem with some of the lighting equipment so they've pushed filming back to 10:00.
They asked me for a hand so I obliged, sorry that I wasn't there when you woke up.

I'd like to make it up to you over dinner?

Next time the neck is off limits, I had to scramble to find a turtleneck and when I did it had a pasta sauce stain on it!

Also, do you always sleep talk, because it's adorable?

<3

Mia,

I take a lengthy exhale, relieved that this isn't an, 'I need time' note. As much as I'm disappointed she wasn't here when I woke up, I know that Mia loves her work, and shes a very giving person so I don't really have a problem with that. Not that I have a right after what I put her through.