REPUTATION ──── CHARLES LECLERC.

ii.

chapter two. sorry to have missed you at the wedding. 

Willa stares at herself in front of the mirror; its a month after her breakdown, her bandmates had long since split up, the only ones she kept in contact with was Augustine. Augustine glances at her, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "You know..." Augustine says softly. "You don't have to make a statement."

Willa shrugs. "I disappeared for a month; after an emotional breakdown." Willa says and glances at Augustine. "Are you mad at me?" 

Augustine shakes her head, pressing a kiss to Willa's forehead. "No. You cracked under pressure, everyone does." she says, stroking Willa's hair. "Your mother called when they admitted you."

Willa tenses. "Did she?" she says disinterestedly as she tightens the robe around her waist. 

"Mhm." A pause. "I didn't tell her what happened, by the way."

Her lips press together and she sighs. "Not like she cares anyway."

Augustine shrugs. "Uh by the way... don't check Levi's instagram." 

Willa lifts a brow. "What do you mean don't check Levi's instagram?"

Augustine presses her lips together. "He got married."

Willa blinks. "Married?" Willa says baffled. "He couldn't even commit to me! Its been a month! What are you talking about?"

Augustine flinches as she slides the phone over to Willa. 

And there it was. 

Levi Harrison. 

The love of her life, no scratch that, the loss of her life, married. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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