A Broken Act

Act V

Unedited.

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Fortunately, the day carried on normally. We've taken more scenes with other actors and actresses, had some retakes when the director wasn't content with what he saw and such--in short, things that you would expect to take place in a setting for a movie.

Between breaks, I didn't bother to waste my energy to talk to the guy I shared the dresssing room with, keeping myself occupied with my script and my phone, scrolling through my social media account. It wasn't rare for me to have a few or no notifications at all. I don't have plenty of acquaintances for me to follow or whatnot, but I noticed that since the last time I checked my account, I gained a lot more new followers.

My eyebrows furrowed as I stared at my phone, wondering if the number flashing on it was right or it was just a glitch. It wouldn't be fucking surprising if it was. Actually, I would be more fucking surprised if it wasn't a glitch.

As I continued to scroll through my account, I heard a knock coming from the door, making me tore my gaze away from the device I had in my hand and towards the entryway. From there I saw Marco, one of the staffs who helps in fixing and decorating the set, looking at us with a smile. This guy never seemed to stop smiling.

"Director Smith said that it's okay for you guys to go home, but he will see the two of you first."

"Okay, we'll see him in a moment," Eren replied to him, the sound of his voice leaning more towards blank than the usual energetic tone I was used to hear. I nodded at Marco as a response.

"It has been a good day. It was nice working with you two." With a flick of a hand, he left, closing the door behind him.

When he was gone, I turned to face the makeup vanity where some of my stuffs were placed at. Returning my belongings into my black messenger bag, I stood up and made my way to the door. I stopped when I reached the door, looking back to see Eren still slumped on the couch, looking blankly at the floor. He has been like that for hours, always looking like he was in his own world, unresponsive and oblivious to the others around him. I knew him long enough to say that he was troubled. By what? I don't have a fucking clue.

But who cares? I won't go out of my way just to comfort his sorry ass. That's not my role--even more, not my responsibility. That ended five years ago.

"Eren."

I wasn't expecting him to move or even notice me, considering how fucking far off to daydream land he was. That's why when he turned to face my direction, I was left to stare at the blank look on his face. I've rarely seen that look on him years ago but now, it seems like I should get used to it.

I pulled my thoughts together, my hand resting on the doorknob before regarding him with my usual stoic expression. "Aren't you supposed to haul your fucking ass out and meet with Erwin?"

The expression on his face didn't change. He still looked like he was in a trance. "Yes. I'll be out in a minute."

I left him to his own devices after that, not bothering to give him a response. Weaving my way through the busy people packing the gears used for the taping earlier, I saw Erwin standing a few feet away from the commotion on set.

"You called for us?" Erwin shifted his eyes from the screen in front of him to my way, smiling a little and nodding when he saw me. Erwin looked behind me to check if the brunet was with me. When he saw no signs of the said actor, he frowned.

"Where's Eren?"

"He said that he'll follow in a minute."

He nodded. "Then let's wait for him."