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[PE] Moving on + absence of love (04/07/'23)

{A/N} There are some songs in-between the lines my quirky younger self listened to on repeat as a "perfect" way to write and convey feelings... Sorry in advance.

"Dead meat – Sean Ono Lennon" plays in the background
My last performance with the Theatre Class.

Everyone hugs on the podium after the last-years, including me, have gotten their certificate handed out to them, symbolising our legacy and greatness we'll leave behind.
Some are bro's, some are lovers. But they all share one thing. Companionship, a connection that will never fail. Yet now, now the show is over, a few faces will be seen for the last time. Those connections with those faces are so deep, that'll it leave a hole. A hole filled with the next generation of equally as good theatre kids. A honour being past forward as they leave their name to praise, while going to their next step in the big world.

I feel that the people I've hung out with suddenly realise, I won't be seeing them anymore. Jorja as example. This is the moment. Jorja jumps in my arms, her head on my chest. Her tears wet my blouse, and she shivers. I secretly have to giggle seeing her vulnerable like this for the first time, but smile at the thought of our friendship.
She looks at me, her face swollen and red by the crying. I smile and hold her face to look deep into her eyes. I smile to reassure her she'll be okay. 'I don't like this, I don't like this at all!' Jorja manages to get out. She keeps hugging me a few times, not letting me go  despite others waiting in line to do the same, being on the verge of tears as well. But I've already let them go in my mind, this show I just performed being the booming ending thus the reason I am so happy.
'I miss you so much already,' she screams, her voice almost not making it by the sound of the music surrounding us.
The sound around fades as I manage to say a few things to her. I caress her face, 'hey, hey, please,-' I grab her attention and make her look into my eyes, to show her my genuineness. '-I'll miss you too. I'm so proud of you, look how far you've come,' I point at the public she just performed for with me. She chuckles in response. Her smile quickly turns, 'will you promise to visit?' I nod, 'of course! I promise,' she holds me tight, 'you promise?' I laugh as I say yes again. I get close to her ear, 'in a few years, not far long, you'll be standing here too, having your last performance. I'll be there, looking at how great you've grown.' Jorja gets even more emotional.
Other people are "in line", waiting to hug me too. Jorja finally gets off me.

"Cariño – The Marías" playing, only the instrumental beginning part
Epilogue.

A few days later I get text from the many numbers suddenly adding me as I left the school.
- 'I don't want you to leave!'
'Please, don't overthink this. I'll be with you.'
- '...'
'Look. I've done my time, and you still have so many years to go.'
I realise that I've truly left this school while texting. A new year, but also a new school, with new me, new books and atmosphere. New people! I feel like I shouldn't be this happy.
'You made me feel alive and will always do, but next year, you won't be brighten my day, but other people their days. You'll continue, you promise?'
- 'I promise.'

Other story.
"Hotline bling" by Billie Eilish (ending loop) - 

Finally I night I could peacefully rest, without having to hear the banting of the lovers in the other room next to mine.
I waved him goodbye with a big smile, my sister, his lover, walking him out. The moment she returned, I couldn't see her face. What was she feeling?
The colourful breeze surrounding her had left the moment he walked out. My smile turned as I saw her pack away the guest bed, the grey clouds swooning above her head. He left, took away my worries and took away her happiness.
It made me question, that's what love is? A ability, a feeling, taking space into your heart. With it having the risk of leaving an empty room behind as soon as it's temporarily gone.
I don't like seeing my sister like this. I couldn't imagine it getting worse.