𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍! | ❝ Only losers don't have their own superhero movies. It's me- I'm losers. ❞
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ─── tom blyth and dulcie frances constelaciòn both have movies releasing on the same day.
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DULCIE FELT SICK. Physically sick. As if she were about to throw up, actually. The sable haired girl's heart pounded rhythmically against its prison in her ribcage as she careened through the somewhat busy late morning Parisian street, her footsteps light as she kept her head down low, pulling the sleek black cap over her head and adjusting the dark sunglasses covering her eyes so as not to be noticed by any citizens.
Dulcie couldn't place the exact reason as to why she felt so awful— that morning she had woken with a headache threatening to blossom into a migraine, her left leg was sore and she had only just realised that she'd stupidly left her phone charger on the plane and wouldn't have the time to get a new one until tomorrow, yet even then the multitude of minuscule problems she had didn't compare to the true reason why she felt awful. Dulcie didn't want to pretend as though she knew, but she did. Once she stepped inside that restaurant, she would finally know.
Dulcie would finally get her answers. She would find out why she wasn't enough for Cade at the time, she would find out why he had acted the way that he did, she would find out why he thought it was okay for him to toy around with her emotions, but most importantly— she would finally get her closure, the thing that she had yearned for for years. In a way, that awfulness felt almost soothing. Dulcie would face the man who had hurt her and she would finally, finally hear him say the words 'I'm sorry' to her face. All she needed to do was control the conversation and keep her emotions in check.
She pushed the nervousness that felt as though it were about to spill onto the sidewalk back down her throat, stilling her breathing as she stopped in front of the Parisian restaurant Cade had sent the address of to her before her phone had died on the walk. It seemed nice enough, with a beautifully decorated exterior and beautiful fresh flowers in pots leaning atop the window sills. Dulcie pushed open the door of the restaurant, pushing her sunglasses further up her nose as she was greeted by a waitress. Looking around, Dulcie noticed that the restaurant seemed to be intricately embellished with expensive looking furniture and decor, and that made Dulcie's brows furrow. Cade had told her that they were meeting somewhere more down low, so as not to be bothered by anyone. As she had been gazing around, the Filipina hadn't even noticed that the waitress was speaking to her, and so Dulcie decided on instead giving her a warm smile before noticing a familiar mop of dark hair sat in a corner against a window and she muttered a broken sentence of French to the waitress, quickly moving to sit down opposite Cade.
He hadn't gotten up to greet her, but he gave her a smile nonetheless and Dulcie's lip almost wrinkled. It was definitely weird, sitting opposite her ex boyfriend in a restaurant in Paris, with him giving her a smile that felt almost practiced. She hadn't seen him smile in, well, years, and she wasn't sure she liked it being directed towards her, yet here she was, sitting in front of somebody that she used to love wholly with her heart but whenever she thought of him now she just felt angry and irate.
