Deluded// Leonardo DiCaprio *FINISHED*

Kryptonite

It was about 4:15 the next day. I had called the police and reported Victoria missing, but they said she was not a missing person until she had been gone for 48 hours. So I just sat there. The time slowly ticked on, second by second. How many seconds in a minute, 60, right? Well it felt like a thousand. I couldn't sit still, I was fidgeting, skipping from channel to channel, I just couldn't get my mind off Victoria.
I huffed and got up. I put my hands in my pockets and looked around for something to do. Ah! I can check for mail.

I jogged down the path on my front lawn and unlocked the mail box. I took all the envelopes inside and placed them down next to me on the couch. I opened them one by one. Bills, junk-mail, fan-mail, fan-mail, fan-mail, junk-mail, bills-
I opened one letter that I assumed to be fan-mail, until I read through it.

Dear Leo,
I'm sorry for the way I ran off the other night, after the premiere. Don't worry about me though, I'm staying at a friend's in Florida... Not that you would worry about me anyway, haha.

A smile broke out on my face, just for her to write to me made me feel amazing. Maybe she had forgiven me. Maybe she was coming home. I continued reading.

I just couldn't believe you would kiss Kate, especially in public. It was so embarrassing...
Oh well, the past is in the past.

She has forgiven me. I know I did her wrong but... I didn't mean it.

Oh yeah, and while we're on the subject, I know you slept with Kate, and FUCK YOU.
No love whatsoever,
Victoria.

My excited smile turned to a look of pure depression. I had my hopes so high for that letter. How did she find out?
But, that was harmless, it meant nothing! Surely she should know it meant nothing?! Surely she knows I love her?!

I could feel the tears that I had been trying to hold back come rushing down my face. I didn't even care anymore, I mean who was here to see me? Who was to judge me? What did I even have to lose? I had nothing to live for anymore, nothing to inspire me and nothing to keep me going. Victoria was my kryptonite, and without it, I had no power.

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I picked up a paper on the way to work the other day. I was working on a new film, The man in the iron mask. The front page of the paper was filled with Titanic premiere photos, behind the scene pics and reviews on the film. I hated seeing the pictures of me and Kate, it just reminded me of what I did to Victoria. I just wanted it to be me and Vic, stood on the end of a ship kissing, while Celine Dion's new song 'My heart will go on' plays in the background. Because it's true, no matter how much wrong I have done, and will ever do Vic, I will always love her, my heart will always go on, and I will find her.

I walked through the front doors of the studio and realized I was more than 10 minutes late. I strolled in, and was startled by the beautiful scenes around me. The rooms were beautiful. All 16hundred's patterns and swirls, gold and beautiful. I took a moment to take in my surroundings, then proceeded towards the director.

"Randall," I said, offering my hand to shake.
Randall just looked at my hand, then looked at me, and bluntly said, "you're late."
As he turned to walk away, I tried to follow and make up some excuse in my head. "I know sir, but as you know at this time on a Monday morning the traffic was terrible, and I live all the way on the other side of Los Angeles, and-" Randall held his hand up to shut me up.
"Go to dressing room 5 to get your hair and makeup done." He said quietly. "It has your name on it. If I find out you mess up again, I swear to God you'll be off this film. You hear me?" I nodded, and hurried off to my dressing room. That was a scary first encounter with the director.

I was doing horribly, I could tell. I had two parts to play in this film: King Louis and his twin brother, Philippe. They were both two completely different characters with completely different personalities. I found it hard to grasp King Louis' personality, as he seemed like quite a complex character.
Maybe it was because all I could think about was Victoria, maybe it was just because I was a shit actor, I don't know.
Randall yelled 'cut' more times than I could count today, and a few times he went to the corner and talked to the casting director about me. I knew I was going to get fired.
After we had finished rehearsing for that day, Randall came up to me and just said,
"Thank you for coming today, Leo, we'll call you if we want you back on Monday."

*Vic's pov*

"Yes, yes thank you." I said on the phone. "Tomorrow is great. Yes, I understand. Okay. Thank you." And I hung up.
"Everything okay?" I turned to see Emily leaning over my shoulder.
"Great," I said. "Perfect."