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Long sleeves

Ashton

We got back from the South Pole. I could stay in their house. I've never been there before but it was an epic house.

"Sophie? Can you come please?" "Uhm sure.." We walked to her room and I locked the door. "I saw them again." "What?" "Your stripes of endless happiness." "I-I don't get what you mean." I grabbed her hand and shove her sleeve away. But she pulled her hand back. "No Ashton." "I wanna talk with you about it." "You can't help me." She walked away. "Wait!" I shove my by sleeve up. "Look! I have them too so we need to help each other!" "Ash..."

Luke

They were in one room again... I just can't help it but I still want her for my own. I'm so selfish...

I walked to the room where they were in bc I'm such a dickhead. I heard them talking about hurting or whatever. I thought it was stupid but when I was just about to interrupt, I heard the words "cutting", "blood", "stripes of endless happiness" and more of that dark stuff. I walked in to check it all out. They look at me and they both tried to pull their sleeves down to protect red lines. "What's that?" They looked at each other and then Sophie said: "I don't want you to know it." "I thought you wanted me to trust you more. How am I supposed to trust you if you don't trust me." "I've never said that I didn't trust you." "Well tell me about it then." I pointed at her wrists.

I was still waiting for her explanation. I could stay here the whole day but I knew that she had to do some stuff so she has to give up and tell it any moment. "I don't have enough time to explain it all." "Then you had to start your explanation immediately instead of waiting that long." "Luke please. I really want to explain it, but I want to do it when I'm alone with you. No offense Ashton." I let her go.

Sophie

I feel so stupid. Why can't I just die rn? I rather be dead than alive. Fuck my life. FUCK EVERYTHING. FUCK MY SCARS. FUCK LUKE. FUCK ASHTON. FUCK MYSELF. UUUGHH SUBENWLS WKBDNW! I'M FUCKING DONE WITH EVERYTHING!

...

I'm sorry. I lost myself.

Anyway, I went to the set. I tried to learn my lines but it was kinda hard to concentrate. "Are you okay?" "What?!" "I'm sorry." "Ugh.. It's not your fault Rupert." "What happened then?" "I don't wanna talk about it." He came closer. Maybe a bit too close... "I don't want the girl I need to kiss in the film to be sad." I looked at my script again. He came closer and I was awkward and said: "Do we need to kiss then?" "Haha! Did you even read it?" "Kind of." "You're totally not like Emma you know." "You're always looking at Emma Watson before looking at me Rupert." "Sorry." "I've never talked about Ron Weasley cause you didn't want me to." "You're right. But can't you tell me what happened?" "Uhm.. I think my boyfriend is kinda mad at me." "You guys aren't breaking up?" "No, I don't think so." "Great. Now let's see if you learned your lines." He grabbed both my hands and took me to the scene where he said: "You can always talk to me." "Thanks ginger."