A Broken Act

Act VII

A very early update for you guys. I was suddenly in the mood to write and with the enthusiasm that you show for this story, I decided to give you guys an early update as a thank you.

Nothing much happened here, but I used this chapter to set stone for the next one.

Still, enjoy.

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After the scene Eren and I had, I wasn't acting like myself. For some fucking reason I was spacing out, my thoughts floating inside my mind, unable to be discerned, to comprehend. I couldn't give attention to anything around me, the sounds were indistinct as if I was under water. It's a good thing that I didn't have much scenes to take today or else I'm sure that I'll be getting shits from Erwin. 

Personal things shouldn't affect work. That's what I always told myself, but it seems like I wasn't listening to my own fucking advice now.

I was lost to my own thoughts when I made my way back to the dressing room. Eren was already inside the place, sitting on the couch as he typed something in his phone. He looked up when I entered the room, regarding me with nothing but a stare. No smile, no greetings, just a simple, blank stare.

I didn't know how to react to that.

During the time I spent with him, I always told myself that he wasn't the same Eren that I knew before. I drilled into my mind that he has changed, just like how I did. But everytime I see him like that, I couldn't help but wonder where the past Eren went and why he let this stranger I'm staring at right now replace him.

Breaking eye contact with him, I went inside and closed the door before heading to where I placed my bag. I don't have any scene left to take for today, Erwin told me earlier, so I just need to wait for a couple more minutes to make sure that he wouldn't call me for any retake or some shits related to my role.

I sat at my usual seat in front vanity, taking out my phone from my bag to check any messages, considering that Isabel tend to ask me to go buy groceries even if it's late. I didn't fucking understand why she and Farlan have to be such huge pain in the ass and forget to check the stocks before it's late and ask me to go fetch some for them.

I was relieved that I don't have to go for a trip to the market. WIth my current state of mind, I don't think that I could even drive home without getting in an accident. Isabel just sent me a message saying good luck, as she did everyday, and Farlan saying that we would arrive late because he has to work overtime. There's nothing important besides that--except if you're going to consider a video of Hange squealing over some shits I didn't give a rat's ass about, which, in my case, is fucking far from being important.

Plenty of times I wonder why I became friends with the lunatic, or why I tolerated being around them while staying sane—it's much fucking easier to succumb to insanity when you're with them rather than fighting for your damn sanity. It has been five years since I've met them and their craziness never subsided.

But if I think about it, if I set all their crazy antics aside, Hange has been a good friend. Sure, Farlan and Isabel were there, but Hange has always been the one I found confiding myself to. Not to mention that they have always been so supportive, going as far as searching for auditions for movie roles, which is why I'm even starring in this movie.

Sending Farlan a message containing nothing but the word 'okay', I placed my phone back in my bag and took the my clothes from the rack to change out of the suit I'm wearing. Going to the bathroom, I took of the clothes I'm wearing and changed into the set I originally wore when I came here in the morning.