A Broken Act

Act VI

Unedited.

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After confronting and threatening Eren, I stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut with barely restrained force. The sound the action has caused resonated throughout the place, catching the others' attention and all turning to look at me. The evident annoyance on my face made them look away quickly, which I was thankful for.

In attempt to try to cool my head off, I started walking to diffuse the anger that was still settled inside me. I knew that I have to go back to the dressing room sooner to get ready for filming, but I don't think that I can fucking handle staying there without the damned sight of them kissing invading my mind.

I wove my way through the staffs and the equipments spread out in the place. No one tried to approach me,  deterred by the scowl on my face that clearly stated my disdain. The lack of interruption enabled me to roam the place faster.

My mind was crowded with thoughts as I mindlessly walk around. Was what I did earlier inappropriate? Am I overreacting by lashing out at Eren? Is it wrong to be mad at them for doing those things in that dressing room?

The answer is no. No matter how many times I asked those questions to myself, I arrived at the same answer. What I did earlier wasn't inappropriate—what they did was inappropriate. You shouldn't go around kissing in a room that you share with another person—much more a damn heated one that would most probably lead to fucking. I felt disrespected, and that made me lash out at him.

I took a turn at the corner, my feet continuously padding the white-tiled floor quietly. A few meters away from me, beside a line of seats stand a vending machine. Its sight reminded me of the dryness of my throat and soon enough I was making my way towards it. I decided to get a bottled tea, quickly taking gulps of the liquid. It didn't suit my taste that much, but it's better than nothing.

Sitting on one of the provided seats, I leaned back and slouched, craning my head back. My head rested against the wall, my eyes closed as I took deep breaths.

The time I spent walking around fhv place helped my anger dissipate. The crease between my eyebrows were smoothed out, the furious look I had earlier now replaced by the usual nonchalant look on my face.

In the silence of the area, a small noise can be easily noticed. Opening my eyes, I stared at the wall in front of me, the plain flat surface painted in white—like most parts of the building. The floor was void of any people except those who works for the movie, the place looking blank without the bustle of office workers.

Somehow, as I stared at wall, the sight of Eren and Annie kissing flashed in my head. I scowled. What I needed was to stop thinking about it, but I couldn't go one minute without seeing the two of them together on that couch, sucking off each others' faces. It brought back the scowl that my face had on earlier.

Why the fuck can't that scene just fucking vanish inside my mind? I don't want to see that damn sight ever again.

While I was wasting my time like an idiot glaring at the wall as if it offended my ancestors, I heard footsteps coming from the direction I came from earlier. I saw no one at first when I turned my head to the direction where the sound came from. A few seconds after, however, I saw Christa turning at the corner, walking in a fast pace while looking around with wide eyes, as if searching for someone. She looked worried, causing her eyebrows to slightly furrow. When her eyes landed on me sitting by the vending machine, her pace slowed and I saw her breathe out a sigh of relief.

Christa made her way towards me, her steps now more leisure compared to before. She went in front of the vending machine and got herself a can of coffee before sitting on the seat beside mine. None of us spoke at first, the silence hanging above us.