Through You - Reneé Rapp

I am sorry

The following day dawned with a heavy sense of tension lingering in the air. Natasha's decision to miss Reneé's rehearsal next day weighed heavily on her conscience, but she couldn't bring herself to face Reneé after the events of the previous night.

As Reneé arrived at the rehearsal venue, her heart sank at the sight of Natasha's empty seat. She scanned the room anxiously, searching for any sign of her, but Natasha was nowhere to be found.

Growing increasingly anxious, Reneé reached for her phone and dialed Natasha's number, but it went straight to voicemail. Panic surged through her veins as she tried again and again, each attempt met with the same result.

Unable to shake the feeling of unease gnawing at her gut, Reneé decided to visit Natasha's hotel room. But when she arrived, there was no answer at the door, and the receptionist informed her that Natasha had checked out earlier that morning.

Fear gripped Reneé's heart as she frantically dialed Natasha's number once more, her hands shaking with dread. But still, there was no response, and Reneé's mind raced with a million worst-case scenarios.

Desperate for answers, Reneé reached out to mutual friends, but no one had seen or heard from Natasha since the night before. With each passing moment, Reneé's worry grew more acute, her thoughts consumed by visions of danger and disaster.

As Reneé's frantic search for Natasha continued, her phone buzzed with a call from her brother, Charles that stopped by some of the concerts with them. With a mix of relief and anxiety, Reneé answered, hoping for any news about Natasha.

"Reneé, it's Charles," her brother's voice came through the line, urgent and concerned. "I need to talk to you about Natasha. I saw that something happened yesterday and people told me she's missing today"

Reneé's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Natasha's name. "What about Natasha, Charles? Have you seen her?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Charles hesitated for a moment before speaking, his tone grave. "I saw Natasha at the after party last night," he said quietly. "And... and I saw her leaving, crying, after you kissed that girl"

A wave of guilt washed over Reneé as she processed her brother's words. She hadn't realized the impact her actions had on Natasha, did Natasha liked her back then? And the thought of her in pain tore at her heart.

"Fuck" Reneé whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I had no idea, Char. Do you think she has feelings for me and that's why she left?''

"Reneé, you need to find Natasha and talk to her," he said firmly. "She cares about you deeply, and she deserves to know how you feel first, it doesn't matter what your manager says, you have a personal life and saying no to that is like denying to live your own life."

Reneé nodded, determination coursing through her veins. "You're right, Charles. I need to find Natasha and make things right"

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As Reneé took the stage for her concert that night, her heart was heavy with worry and regret. She couldn't shake the image of Natasha's tear-stained face from her mind, and the guilt gnawed at her conscience with each passing moment. Despite her inner turmoil, Reneé poured her heart and soul into her performance, channeling her emotions into every note and lyric like always. The crowd roared with applause, their cheers filling the air like a wave of love and support.

But as Reneé scanned the audience, her eyes searching for Natasha's familiar face, her heart sank at the sight before her. Natasha was there, camera in hand, capturing every moment of Reneé's performance with her usual skill and precision. But there was something different about her demeanor—something distant and aloof that Reneé couldn't quite place. Throughout the concert, Natasha's gaze remained fixed on her camera, her expression unreadable. The usual sparkle in her eyes was gone, replaced with a sadness that sent a shiver down Reneé's spine.

With each passing song, Reneé's worry grew more acute, her heart aching with the knowledge that she had caused Natasha so much pain. She longed to reach out to her, to tell Natasha about her feelings but the girl didn't even look like she was there emotionally.

As the concert reached its emotional peak, Reneé took a moment to address the crowd, her heart pounding with nerves and anticipation. She knew that she needed to speak from the heart it didn't matter what her manager or others would say, she needed to lay bare her feelings in a way that transcended words because that's how Natasha communicated with her pictures.

"How's everyone feeling tonight?" Reneé began and the crowd screamed lowdly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I want to take a moment to dedicate this next song to someone very special to me. Someone who has been there for me through very hard moments, who has shown me love and support beyond measure."

The crowd murmured in anticipation, their eyes fixed on Reneé with rapt attention. They could sense the sincerity in her words, the raw vulnerability of her confession.

"And to this... person" Reneé continued, her voice growing stronger with each word, "I want to offer my sincerest apologies. I know that I've made mistakes, that I've hurt you in ways that I can't fully comprehend yet. But please know that I'm truly sorry, from the bottom of my heart."

Tears welled up in Reneé's eyes as she poured her heart into the song, her voice trembling with emotion. She spoke of love and forgiveness, of second chances and new beginnings.

As the crowd erupted into applause when the song ended, Reneé glanced out into the audience, her eyes searching for a familiar face. And there, standing in the crowd with tears streaming down her cheeks, was Natasha—a silent witness to Reneé's confession.

In that moment, as their eyes met across the sea of adoring fans, Reneé just wanted to hug her, kiss her and be with her.

As the echoes of applause faded and the lights dimmed, Reneé rushed off the stage, her heart pounding with urgency. She had to find Natasha, had to make things right between them.

With determination coursing through her veins, Reneé searched every corner of the venue, her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of her. But Natasha was nowhere to be found, and with each passing moment, Reneé's worry grew more acute again.

Refusing to give up, Reneé made her way back to the hotel, her heart heavy with dread. She climbed the stairs to Natasha's room, her breath catching in her throat as she approached the door.

With trembling hands, Reneé knocked softly, her heart pounding with anticipation. For a moment, there was no response, and Reneé's fear threatened to consume her.

But then, the door swung open, and there stood Natasha, her eyes wide with surprise. "Reneé," she said softly, her voice tinged with confusion. "What are you doing here?"

Reneé's breath caught in her throat as she looked into Natasha's eyes, seeing the pain and sadness reflected there. "Natasha, I... I needed to talk to you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to tell you something."

Natasha hesitated for a moment before nodding silently, her eyes guarded and wary. As Reneé stepped into the room, she felt a surge of nervous energy coursing through her veins. This was it—the moment of truth.