" you liked the snow "
" i liked a lot of things "
ON HIATUS
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ,
SOFIA FLORENCE WELKING ,
the new rising icon of the fashion
industry is invited to make the
percy jackson series's new costumes.
but as a sudden familia...
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Sofia Welking chapter 08 | real life
" and i despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you yeah i despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you. "
walker scobell always seemed to be great at whatever he did, especially when he knew it was important to him.
sofia understood that. she always collectively knew he would do a great job because he always did. it's the same with his acting - if he put enough effort into it, he'd exceed everyone's expectations and make the stage his own.
sofia understood that, better than anyone else.
so why is it, that whenever she sees him in the spotlight, her gut wrenches? that pit in her stomach that made her feel empty, lacking.
i guess i haven't changed at all, she thought, hugging her knees closer.
and that was the absolute truth. truth is, she didn't change at all, no matter how many people thought of it.
every single time she saw her classmates, her friends, walker, succeeding in life, she'd always feel that no matter how good at her job she was, she'd always feel like she's lacking. missing out.
designing was her only positive factor. but at that time, for 10-year-old sofia, her talent wasn't good enough to make everyone shocked, to make everyone feel the need to gouge their eyes out to see her work.
it's different from acting. in fashion, you only succeed later in life, beyond your teenage years.
but sofia did it, did she not? she make it all happen as quick as possible. she undid the impossible.
but not quick enough to let her 10 year old self be at peace.
her ten year old self would still hide in the bathroom, bawling her eyes out. because she'd always lack behind walker. because no matter what, she'd always be the less talented friend, even if their paths are different.
in everyone's mind, sofia wasn't special. she wasn't the kid you'd feel envious of, the kid you'd wish you were. that was walker scobell. it always was walker scobell.
and no matter what, no one could change that.
so it's no surprise that she doesn't sneak a peak to see him walk the runway, that she'd hide in one of the backstage's bathroom stalls while her new friends, leah, dior, aryan and charlie were soon to be walking the runway, for all the audience to be amazed at.
would they be amazed at her design, or her models? she didn't know. she didn't want to know.
she just simply wanted to hide in the bathroom stalls, like she did when she was 10 years old, hugging her knees and comforting herself, reassuring herself that one day, one day she'd make it.
one day, it'd be alright to take a break and not beat herself up about it.
one day, she wouldn't be lacking.
but that day, didn't feel like today.
and soon enough, after the models have walked, after blondie walked, it would be her turn to go out, to give her speech, to make her entrance. everyone's expecting it. sofia's expecting it too.
however, it's not just sofia and everyone in the audience who's expecting it. there's someone else.
her 10 year old self.
the entrance that she craved, yearned and begged to gods to have. cried a million tears and sacrificed a person worth trillions for.
she deserved this, that's what she thought. this was a huge moment, the one she dreamed of from young.
so why didn't she feel like it?
why, in every possible aspect, did she still feel like she was lacking?
"ms sofia, it's almost time, please get ready for your entrance," leeann knocked on the plastic door of the bathroom stall, snapping sofia out of her senses.
sofia acknowledged the reminder and quickly turned the knob of the door to prepare for her entrance.
at the backstage, all the models have finished. some were sighing of relief, some were worried they didn't do well. all her assistants were busy giving out free water in plastic bottles to them, making sure they were alright and ready for the next runway after the food service.
our favourite blondie decided to collect the courage to walk up to sofia from behind. she immediately sensed his presence.
turning around, he still had his fully black design on, holding a water bottle on his right hand and a portable fan on his left.
" did i do well? " walker nervously asked. he fiddled with the button on his fan, while sofia furrowed her eyebrows, trying hard to think of an answer to his question.
she lied.
like she always did.
" yeah, it was great, keep it up," she replied, patting his shoulder gently as she quickly walked away, nodding quickly.
walker was confused, wondering why she so hastily walking pass him, knowing her speech was still 2 minutes away, but shrugged it off nonetheless, remembering that when they were younger, she'd always prefer to be on time, no matter what.
but sofia didn't walk away because of her soon to come entrance. she walked away, because of her guilt.
guilt for lying? guilt for missing his runway, just because of some past emotions? really, it was all the reasons, and more.
the pit in her stomach grew heavier and heavier.
just like when she was 10 years old.
lia's lying love letters !! subject : i do enjoy breaking people's hearts from my writing
- why have my reads been decreasing lately - this is kinda just a 7.5 chapter but oh well
