Warnings— 1.4k words, slight cursing, Dual POVS, Cliffhanger, maybe?
SONGS IN THIS CHAPTER ARE-
BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY- QUEEN
I WANT YOU BACK- N'SYNC
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows)
I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro, magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ
No, we will not let you go (let him go)
بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ
We will not let you go (let him go)
بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ
We will not let you go (let me go)
Will not let you go (let me go)
Will not let you go (never, never, never, never let me go)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
REGULAR POV
1977- Sydney, Australia
Before I went into modeling, my mother trained me to be the very best. In her eyes, I could never be less. She never let me process emotions.
She never taught me how to curl my hair in rollers or cook. She taught me three things... How to grasp a man's attention. How to fill tissues into my bra.
And how to walk on the runway.
But I wish she taught me how it should feel in a relationship.
How I should be treated in a relationship.
I wish she taught me the difference between being in love and being toxic in love.
"Baby, I brought you some tea." Coming back from my thoughts, I look up to Steve. "Thanks," I say dryly.
He hands me the tea and grazes his fingers against my cheek. "Do you want to order room service?"
"I'm not hungry," I say, looking away.
"Blair. You have to eat something."
I sigh out loud. "I guess."
"I was thinking..."
My head lifts. "What?"
"I think we should take a week off from filming. I'll have my partner Sam take over. He can do the solo scenes for Bucky. How about we go do some excursions?" If I hadn't drowned two hours ago.
My answer would have probably been a yes.
"You're just being nice because you feel guilty," I speak.
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