as sick as it sounds
i loved you first
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ,
SOFIA FLORENCE WELKING ,
the new rising icon of the
fashion design industry
reunites with her childhood
best friend.
#2 on walker!
#2 on fashion!
( childhood friends
to strangers to love...
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CONCLUSION OF ACT I " i don't wanna talk about anything, i wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again. " ── anything, adriana
" flor, flor! " walker called out, lightly jogging to catch up to me as i strode into my hotel room, unlocking the door with her keycard.
i've never felt the need to stitch someone's mouth shut, because i've always been stitching fabric and not skin, however, i was getting dangerously close.
because, first of all, i, for one, am pointlessly not in the mood for banter, or in the spirit of talking to anyone else who is supposedly under the impression or, in better wording, illusion that they have the right to command me.
even if it's walker.
as i was just about to slam the door right at his face, i suspect that the blondie directly in front of me might as well be the person in this relationship who had been homeschooled.
his inability to read social cues, plus my reluctance to have a very civil and polite conversation, says a lot about him.
" flor, you can't just confess you lied to me directly, basically spill your life secrets to me, and then, i don't know, walk away? that's not how this works! " he said it more like asking a question, as his fists clenched, his eyebrows scrunched together.
i can't help but resent him for saying this, as if he had nerve to tell me what to do.
everyone keeps telling me what to do.
how i should live my life, how i should 'marry' their sons, how i should host my shows, the people i choose to invite.
everyone always did. as if i was little, as if i was nothing more than a chess piece, patiently waiting for the player to move me, to control me.
i was the queen. and even if i was the strongest piece on the board, there would always, always be someone controlling me, shifting me to their liking, belittling me.
i'm always the piece, always the shadow, always the one 'lacking'.
the blonde boy stuttered out words before reaching out to touch my shoulder.
"you- just let me back in, please. because as much as you try, you can't keep shutting me out. you can't just do that. it's not fair."
for a moment, i wanted to grasp his hand, cling onto him and never let go. i wanted to trace the palm of his hand in circles with my thumb and tell him that i'll stop. stop shutting him out, stop running away, stop lightly joking with him one moment and carving his heart out the next.
unfortunately, that was just simply a moment. a moment where if i was still nine, it would change my decision of things.
but i'm not nine anymore. i'm not the girl who people would step over, the girl who was 'lacking'.
am i ?
" oh, yeah? watch me! " i argued as i slammed the door shut, leaving him in the corridors of the hotel.
nobody gets to tell me i 'can't' do anything, because once upon a time, people said i couldn't do what i'm doing today either. i proved them wrong.
once upon a time, a blondie told me that i wouldn't make it far. but unlike the others, while i proved him wrong, he's further, he's raced closer to the finish line than i ever will.
there always be a distance between us, even if it's just all in my imagination. the distance that separates him and i between 'great' and 'good'.
because he's him and i'm me. and it shatters my soul every single day, shattering it into tiny glass pieces and cremating it into ash.
i looked through the small peep hole to check if he was still there. he wasn't. i sighed softly before plopping myself onto bed, not even bothering to change into my pyjamas.
taking my phone out of my pocket, you could distinctively hear my voice through the thin walls of the hotel when a new notification popped up.
📎 DAILY CELEBRITY NEWS article by agatha harkness
LATESTUPDATE ON SOFIA WELKING'S FASHION SHOW
Pictures online have shown Sofia Welking & Walker Scobell interacting in the guest lounge, smiling at each other. Another source says that the Percy Jackson actor and fashion designer may have a close relationship the public is unaware of.
According to A, she had taken note of the Percy Jackson actor's tone of voice differentiating when talking to Ms Welking, which may indicate a special relationship with the two highly regarded figures in their respective industries.
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hi sponge bob
minus 10000 aura to sofia for being mean to walker (although reasonably, will be explained later)
