Everyone thought we were Highschool sweethearts..But it was all though rose tinted glasses..
Darcy Moore, gets recruited for a Job in the Fashion industry recognising what was once hers. Atlas Mitchell,her first and last love since they broke up whe...
"ATLAS,WAIT PLEASE" I call for him,my eyes tired and red. I run towards him holding onto his arm as he walks away. "ATLAS listen to me first please-" I try to explain but I was cut off. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME."Atlas Spits at me; his eyes full of pain and hatred. Hatred. His face was enraged tears still flowing down his face, staining his clear tan skin. "Why..why would you do this to me.. you said you changed. You said you cared for me and only me. But I fucking see you,with some other fucking guy making out."He choked out, staring straight at me; as if trying to read me. "I though you did too.. but you slept with my fucking cousin? And I just wanted a bit of revenge." I blurt out, letting the truth flow out like a sea of pain. "H-how..w-what..?" The blonde boy looks at me, his anger coming at ease, being replaced with guilt. "Maybe we should break up.. we're not made for each other." I solemnly admit, my hands letting go of his arm. "So..for now this is goodbye." ————————————————————************************************———————————————————— I wake up my alarm blaring through out my room. I sit up to turn it off, going onto camera. Tears. I must've been crying when I had that dream. I get out of bed heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day, washing my face and putting on a simple but cute outfit to head to work.
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I grab my Tote bag placing in my charger, headphones,snacks and gum, a book,a compact mirror and phone before I head out the door. The agency is only a 5 minute walk to before I get there I head to my favourite Café so I could grab my Frappe with a custard donut to go. As I head down I see a bunch of paparazzi surrounding the front of Delilah&.co. "HE'S HERE!" A member of the paparazzi exclaimed, not long after a wave of cheers and screams fill the area. What the fuck is going on? I push past the paparazzi so I could head in, putting my key card towards the pad. Ding! I Open the door keeping it open for what ever Celebrity it could've been. Timothee Chalamet? Josh Hutcherson? Ian Somerhalder? I don't fucking know! My thoughts were interrupted by a voice. It was deep and rough,yet so familiar. "Thank you miss" the unidentified man says. "It's no problem-" I reply, but when I turn to see who the man was I pause.Atlas Mitchell. He's standing right in front of me;still alive and breathing. "D-Darcy.." He stuttered, looking into my eyes, and I looked into his. And I saw the boy that I let go all those years ago. The witty, giggly blonde boy that never judged me for anything. That I wasn't as cute of those short girls, or as classy as those tall girls; that I wasn't as introverted as brunettes or rebellious as blondes; that I wasn't blessed with beautiful tanned skin that reminded boys of summer or elegant pale skin that reminded boys of winter. I was just Darcy. The red head with freckles, who turned red in the summer. "A-atlas..?" I managed to choke out, waterworks beginning to work its magic but before I could say "I'm sorry" and hug him, Delilah comes through the double doors ;her jarring voice filling the main foyer of the building. "Ah! Well I see you guys have already met, so no need for introductions! Follow me to my office please!"
