Two Lone Artists (Male Character x 100T Girls and more)

Finale Pt. 4

You fly first class, hoping the comfort of your seat may soothe your raging anxiety. It wasn't that easy, of course, but it was nice to fly first class for the first time in your life.

You watch movies on your way, peering out the window to watch as that perfect sky blended with the clouds. It was a beautiful sight to see, and it did bits for your mental.

But soon enough, the plane comes close to its destination. Watching through your window, you view the planes steady decline back down to Earth, watching as it touches back down.

Everyone rushes to get off the plane, not a single person considerate of one another. You weren't exactly in a hurry, so you just waited. You ran through the speech you'd thought up in your head over and over, picking apart each bit and piece.

You overthought everything, knowing the following hours would dictate the rest of your life. We're you pushing things by flying back? Did she need space, or is it far too gone already? Or were you overthinking again? You settled on the latter.

"I hope you enjoyed your flight!" The flight attendant greets you as you exit.

You just nod in response, appreciating the gesture, even if it was their job.

With luggage at hand, you order an Uber and await its arrival outside. You fidget your foot, tapping it away. The lady next to you notices your visible anxiety.

"You chasing someone here?" She asks.

"Hmm?" You ask.

"Looks like you're nervous, I'm guessing you're following someone here?"

"Not exactly. I'm just hoping she'll welcome me back with open arms..." you joke.

She raises her eyebrows, "good luck with that..." she says with attitude.

She stands up and walks off, you just look confused. People in LA had their way of being uninviting and she was nothing but the usual. At that moment, you swore you'd talk Rae into moving at some point.

But first, you needed to talk her into loving you again...

The Uber arrives and you settle into the backseat. You head straight for Rae's home, deciding to pull the band-aid off right away. You have time to check your phone in the meantime. It was then you realized how you hadn't checked Twitter for months now.

As of the past couple weeks, Tweets about you had mostly dried up. You weren't public about your reasons for taking a break, as said before. But the "mental health" route had seemingly backfired. Many users noticed the change in Rae's mood and how little she ever talked about you in comparison to just weeks before.

So many users came to the conclusion that your relationship had sadly failed and the two of you were taking time away from one another. They weren't far off, but the reasoning wasn't exactly close.

You watched a clip of Rae's recent stream that had garnered a good bit of attention. Her energy levels seemed so low, and she seemed so off. You wondered if she'd made her mind already...

"Y/n, we're here..."

Your eyes shoot up, noticing that familiar front door. You had indeed arrived.

"Thanks... Have a good one!" You say, exiting the car.

He waves, driving off after you tip.

Your breathing becomes stagnant as time seems to slow, each step feeling like you were walking through mud. You made way up that front path until you found yourself at the footing of the door.

You raise your arm, bringing your hand to knock. Your hand balls up into a fist and comes so close to knocking, but you can't quite seem to bring yourself to do it.