𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 | 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯

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As soon as the girls landed in the Netherlands, the rush of unpacking and packing began. They were about to accept full risk and fly to Malmö, where the rest of their friends already stayed for the upcoming beginning of the Eurovision finals.

Nadia gladly helped Maeve throw her old laundry out and put new outfits into her suitcase, knowing they were catching a flight the next morning. With her friend passed out on the couch, Evie sat on the other end, lost in thoughts.

She had missed this; her home. Amsterdam, the familiar scent of Joost's faded cologne, every corner of their house that resembled them. Except he was not there. Evie was once again reminded of why her heart was aching, although she was back.

The girl questioned if he felt the same: Did he miss her? Did Maeve occupy Joost's mind the exact way he would stay on hers? Would the man forgive her for leaving?

Maeve had a lot of questions but she knew there wouldn't be an answer to any of them until the moment Joost would stand in front of her. No matter what happened, she'd have to accept it. Honestly, the girl fully understood why he wouldn't come back.

Truly, she had never loved anyone as much as she loved Joost Klein. And he made her feel loved, more than another person ever could. A section of her soul, a special part of her heart belonged to him, and him only.

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Up north, all the way in the middle of Skåne, Joost and his team were gathered in his hotel room in one of Malmö's chicer hotels. The last rehearsal before the semi-final would be held tomorrow and they had to conclude Joost's performance.

Stuntje and Apson reached the stage of throwing ideas into the room that were nearly impossible to achieve in a span of less than twenty-four hours. They were tired and simply trying to cheer up the crew, highly appreciated by Alanis.

Her mind was engrossed in her best friends' arrival in the morning and what it would lead to, primarily because the men had no clue. She didn't even tell her own boyfriend since his likelihood to keep it to himself was low. Ali internally thanked them for their efforts to lift the tense mood.

Joost could've agree. He stared at the blue suit that was draped over one of the armchairs which tended to look more comfortable than they actually were. His fingers played with his bleached blonde hair, neatly sitting in an angular mullet.

The Dutch man regretted it. He hated himself for letting Maeve go that day. He despised the thought of stepping on that stage without ensuring she would be watching and supporting him from the side. Evie had a rightful place in Joost's team, in his life.

How could he ever live without her? Miserable and lonely years would be ahead of him.

A sense of understanding lingered between the two. The Klein caught onto the hints that Alanis was trying to silently tell him something. He didn't know what it was, yet  acknowledged he would either love or hate it.

To distract himself, Joost pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled away on his least favourite apps. For the most part, the only reason he would spend time on Instagram was to check on his ex girlfriend.

It gave him the feeling of security and that he was protecting Evie in some shape or form, even if he wasn't physically.

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