ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ...
| 18+ Fanfic | AU | College setting | fem OC |
Cindy Solace moves to California in hopes to become a photographer, although she finds herself drawn to a certain someone from h...
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CINDYS POV
1 WEEK LATER...
That day at the lake was precious but to my surprise it was temporary. Maybe I was being delusional but it really felt like me and Ellie shared this intense connection. The week dragged on, a blur of lectures, textbooks, and late-night study sessions. My photography classes kept me busy, the endless cycle of research papers and theories barely leaving room to think about anything else. But even in the middle of a lecture, I'd catch myself wondering about Ellie.
Ellie had practically disappeared, and her absence felt like a gaping hole in my routine. I'd come back to our room, and her bed would be empty. Her things were still there, untouched, but it felt like she was avoiding me. Each day that passed, I saw her less and less, and I began to feel that uneasy knot in my stomach. Did I do something wrong? As much as I was confused I wasn't going to interrogate her and make myself look like a clingy desperate weirdo.
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After a long day of lectures, I pushed open the door to our room, expecting more of the same emptiness. But to my surprise, there she was—Ellie, sitting on her bed with her guitar in her lap. She was strumming softly, her head bent over the instrument, completely absorbed in the music. This was the first time I have ever heard her play, but it didn't last long...
the second she realized I was there, she stopped abruptly, her fingers freezing on the strings. The music cut off like a broken signal, leaving an awkward silence.
"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual, like nothing was wrong. But there was a nervous edge to my voice that I couldn't hide.
Ellie looked up, her expression cold, distant. "Hi," she said, the word clipped and dry. There was none of the warmth that usually accompanied her greetings, none of that familiar sarcastic tone.
I forced a smile, though it felt hollow. "How's it going?"
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she carefully set her guitar aside, like she was putting a wall between us. When she finally looked at me again, it was brief, just a flicker of her gaze before she glanced away. "Fine," she said, her tone sharp.
What was with the attitude? I began to tell myself maybe she's just in a bad mood...
I sat down on my bed, trying to ease into a conversation, or at least be in the same space with her for once. But the moment I settled in, Ellie's phone rang, and she shot up as if she couldn't leave fast enough. Without a word. No excuse, no explanation. She grabbed her phone and walked out of the room, the door clicking shut behind her. No "bye," no glance back. Just gone. what the fuck did I do to deserve this weird ass silent treatment?
Maybe she met someone else and its serious. I lay back onto the bed and casually open Instagram and type her name in. Was this stalking? Actually I don't give a fuck. I was just curious about the change of her behaviour. I scanned through her highlights and lack of posts... nothing. Fuck, now I feel crazy.
