Anne Wheeler x Phillip Carlyle

Chapter 33

Hi guys I am back yet AGAIN after another longgg break...Ah I hate myself sometimes, I'm going to try write more! :)
Anyway here is a one-shot about a time when Anne and Phillip took a break (broke up) for a bit but came back to each other! Might be quite long sorrryyyy, anyway enjoy🙈😘

Third Person POV:
"So, I just think we should take a break." Anne said to her then boyfriend Philip. (BTW is it PhiLLip or PhiLip? I'm gonna spell it with one L for now xx)
They were sitting in Anne's changing room at the circus after a particurlary racist filled show. A disgusting bunch of men had yelled disgusting things at them, things which could not be repeated.
"But why?" Philip asked. There was no doubt in his voice that his heart was slowly breaking; Anne was his everything, his world. Yes, he was that boyfriend. Philip showed off Anne's beauty wherever they went, and he called her things like 'my princess', 'my queen', 'my diamond' and so on.
"I don't know, Philip, I just still think you're supposed to find a rich white pretty girl, that's all. And I've had enough of the white, black couple racism we receive all the time. It's hard, ok?" Anne said shyly. In all honesty, Anne's heart was breaking too. She loved Philip with all her heart and she had never loved anybody that much. It was just the constant glaring of the racist American people, the forbiddance of any of Anne's rights and the constant longing stares of pretty white girls that longed for Philip always made Anne second guess herself. If it wasn't for this racist world, she would have been the happiest girl alive.
"Oh." Philip said. If had been a more bold man, or a man which didn't know Anne's boundaries he would have asked for more details. He wasn't, which was good, but in that moment Zac wished he had the confidence to ask his girlfriend...ex-girlfriend.
"Oh. If that's what you think, then..." Philip said, looking at Anne, hoping she would change her mind.
"Yes. It's what I think. I'm sorry, Phil." Anne said, her heart secretly pining for its other half- Philip.
Philip, on the other hand, was understandably upset and angry. Not at Anne but at the racist world they lived in. But, like any human being, Philip's anger was released on the wrong person.
"Don't call me Phil, Annabella." Philip snapped. Then, he scraped his chair back and stormed out of Anne's changing room, leaving Anne broken inside.

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Anne was lying in bed. Alone.
Anne longed for the warmth of Philip's body next to her, his arm that massaged her scalp as they fell asleep intwined. The bed felt far too cold and empty without Philip.
A tear started to make its way down Anne's cheek.
Annabella Lennon Marie Wheeler. You absolute BITCH. Why do you always deny yourself of your own happiness?
Anne scolded herself, as she missed Philip more than ever.
Because it's the right thing to do. Anne tried to find a reason to why she ended things, but she knew really it wasn't the right thing to do at all. It had broken Philip's heart, after all.

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(It has been 1 week since the split)

Lettie Lutz waltzed into Anne's changing room just as Anne was fixing her pink wig in.
"Okay, what's going between you and Phil?" She asked. Anne had only told W.D, and she reckoned that Philip had told P.T as Barnum had approached her and said the kiss was cancelled (with a sad look in his eyes). Anne hadn't wanted to cause a stir in the circus by telling Lettie, but she realised it was time.
"Oh, Lettie, its an awful thing." Anne said, already near tears. Lettie frowned, letting the news sink over her.
"Come on, Annie, tell me what's happened." Lettie said, reaching for her friends hand. For a few seconds the air hung still and silent between them as neither said a word. Then, suddenly, Anne burst out, "I ended it with him!" and Lettie gasped loudly.
"Oh, you looked so in love, Anne! Oh, oh, oh!" Lettie said, obviously very sad. It was partly because (1) She knew that what Anne and Philip had had was true and pure (2) because she didn't want to have any rows in the circus, and leading on to (3) she didn't want to have to pick sides.
"I know, Lettie. I think I'm still in love with him!" Anne moaned and put her head in her hands. Lettie, like a mother would do, stroked Anne's hair reassuringly.
"Why did you end it, then?" She asked, tilting Anne's head up again so she could see her face.
"The racism, Let. I couldn't deal with it." Anne said quietly. But even as she said it, she knew it wasn't a valid reason. It was a valid reason to be upset, sure, but not to end a happy 9 month relationship with someone you loved.
"I'm sorry, Annie. I don't know how you must be feeling." Lettie said, reaching for a tissue to wipe her friend's tears away.
"But you do, Let. You get the same abuse for how you look everyday. But you don't swear yourself off anything." Anne said. She was beyond lying to herself now- she was with her best friend and she wanted to be honest.
"I guess you're right, I do get the abuse. But I've never been a relationship before, it's probably different." Lettie said kindly to her friend. Lettie loved Anne and realised she needed to some support, someone on her side.
"Come on, Annie, you've got to be on stage soon." Lettie said again, standing up and helping her friend to her feet.
In the backstage area, Philip was standing near the props box, alone and un-smiling. Everybody had noticed his difference in personality, but he seemed so beside himself with misery that nobody questioned him (apart from Barnum's wife. Charity was a lovely soul, she was allowing him to sleep in her spare bedroom as Anne currently lived in Philip and Anne's old house, just until Philip found a new place).
Barnum himself was now approaching Philip hastily.
"Come on, Carlyle, we've got to get to work!" (Is it Carlyle or Carlisle? Someone help in the comments!)
"I don't feel like it, Phineas." Philip said sadly. He was looking at Anne across the backstage area. She was laughing and look happy as she talked to W.D and Lettie. P.T followed were Philip's eyes were looking, and sighed.
"Come on, Carlyle. I feel so sorry for you- you know I love both you and Anne to pieces." P.T said, patting Philip on the back.
"You'd better love me more than her." He said, glaring at the floor. At this, the elder man chuckled and brushed the dirt off Philip's costume.
"Look now, its showtime. Dance and forget all about it!" P.T exclaimed, and he and Philip ran onto the stage.
Philip tried to do what P.T instructed- he really did try and dance the situation off him, but it was hard. Especially hard as Anne was swinging over head to him, smiling that million doller smile of hers and blowing kiss into the crowd. When he saw this, he scowled and looked away and started dancing next to Lettie. He used to dance next to Anne, but Lettie and Anne had switched places, meaning now Anne was back in the second row. Anne now danced next to a new fire-eater that had just been recruited named Alexander, but he was mostly known as Xander. Philip spanned around once and saw Anne twirling around in Xander's arms, and something in him snapped. He looked over at P.T, shook his head and ran out the ring, back in the backstage area and into the office.
Anne, left in the ring un-enthusiastically dancing with the eager Xander, looked at him run out sadly.
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After the show, Anne went straight to the office. She needed to talk to P.T- her and Philip needed to be put further away from each other in the ring.
"Hey, P.T, open up." She said. Philip, inside, momentarily looked up from the papers he was signing before continuing and ignoring Anne.
"Look, Phin, I've just got a small request." Anne said, leaning against the doorframe. When no one answered (but she could hear shuffling inside that was actually Philip) she huffed and continued.
"Well, its just that I need you to update the dancing arrangements...you know, don't you think I could swap with Charles so I don't need to see Philip." Again, no one answered. Philip tried to rein in his heartbreak and anger by signing the papers furiously, meanwhile Anne was getting more furious every second.
"Okay then, if you're not opening then I'm coming in...3....2...1!" And Anne stormed in.
Philip was, as we knew, sitting at his desk and signing papers. All of Anne's frustration left her body as her heart longed for the good looking guy sitting in front of her.
"Oh. Philip, I forgot you've just started sharing an office with Barnum. " Anne said, apologetically. She waited for the 'it's okay' but Philip didn't open his mouth.
"I'm really sorry Philip, it's just that today in the ring I felt as if-"
"Just go." Philip cut of Anne's apology, getting annoyed that she could be so cold yet so cute.
"Why?" Anne said,  obviously hurt. Seeing him there, doing the ordinary thing of signing papers, made her feel as if she had a chance to patch things up again.
"Because you don't want to see me, right?" He said coldly, repeating Anne's justification for the change of dance arrangements.
Anne, hurt beyond belief although she knew she had brought it on herself, muttered a quiet oh' as Philip pushed past her with a wad of papers in his hand and left the office, closing the door behind him.
Anne slowly walked up to Philip's desk, wanting to see if she could still smell his musky scent. She could, so she started to cry. She was about to turn around and leave when an envelope caught the edge of her eye. She picked it up and frowned in confusion, on it it had the words Annabella Lennon Marie Wheeler.
Oh, so he's taking my letters now too! She instantly thought. She brought up her hand to open it and caught herself for a moment.
Should I be doing this? She asked herself for a second, but then she realised it had her name on the front of it, so she had the right to open it. So she did.