[This chapter was inspired by Taylor Swift's song, Style because it's lovely and I fell in love with it.]
It's already the third week of August and I'm still dry out of ideas. I don't know what to do to get her back.
She doesn't answer my calls and when she does pick up, she wouldn't say anything.
I really did fuck things up, didn't I?
And Pier was definitely not helping! She would go here without my permission as if she owns the place.
Good thing she stopped coming over when I told her to leave me alone.
I glanced at the wall clock and saw that it was already close to midnight.
As I was staring up at the ceiling, the telephone suddenly rang.
I groaned and placed my hands on my face. Despite my woebegone state, I still went to answer the telephone.
"Hello?" I said.
"H-hi James, it's Audrey," she stuttered.
There's something wrong with her voice. My once woebegone state turned into a worried one.
"Hey Audrey. Why are you still up?"
I heard her sigh, "I couldn't sleep, James. I'm already stressed out! The director told me that my voice wasn't good enough a-and maybe they're going to replace my voice then y-you --- " her voice began to shake and then she started sobbing.
A pang of pain and guilt hit me hard.
"I'm going over there," I stated.
"It's already midnight," she replied.
"I don't care, I'm coming over."
"I hope i-it's fine."
"It's always fine if it involves you. I'll see you."
When I hung up, I immediately went to my closet and grabbed a black tee and dark jeans.
I grabbed my black coat too just in case it's cold outside and of course my pair of white chucks.
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It was already midnight and Audrey told me that I shall wait for her outside.
I can't help but feel anxious. I don't know how I should approach her.
"James?"
And of course my damn heart began to beat fast when I saw Audrey walking towards me.
Odd because everything seem to be in slow motion.
"Hi Audrey," I greeted.
God, I want to hold her so badly and kiss the top of her head while she hug me back.
"Can we have a midnight drive around the place?" She requested and of course I accepted.
I'm hoping that this long ride would end happily.
Both of us went in the car in silence. We were like gathering our thoughts at the moment and I believe none of us know where to start.
When I glanced at her, she was staring out the window with a blank expression.
"Audrey, do you want to talk?"
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