Destiny & Distance

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More fucking articles. I can't believe this, my name and social media was already out, I have no idea how they'd find it, but somehow, they did. And yes, I was Chris' whore, I was portrayed as the girl who got in the way and some sort of gold digger. Tears keep falling my eyes, I was sitting down on the toilet while reading everything, I wasn't looking for anything, I had woken up and my phone was full of notifications, a lot of hate messages, I knew I didn't deserved this... I was supposed to be getting ready to leave with Chris, this day was supposed to be all joy and excitement but started out with the left foot. I inhale while cleaning up the tears from my cheeks, I stand up and flush the toilet, I quickly make my way to the shower and try to relax to the touch of the water, I was hoping Chris wouldn't notice that I was crying but knowing me, I probably already have puffy red eyes.

I take a towel and cover my body, when I leave the bathroom, Chris was buckling his belt, his back was facing me, as soon as he turns around his smile fades away

—Gabriela? -he comes closer to me- what's wrong with you? Are you okay?

I weakly nod and my eyes fly to my feet

—I know you're lying... Don't lie to me, babe. Please, you can tell me anything -he holds me closer, hugging me, his hand caress my hair- what happened?

—Your... -I inhale again, frustrated- your fans, I guess -he grabs my chin making me look up to his eyes, his face showed sadness-

—What do you mean?

—It's getting late, Chris, we have to go -I try to avoid the subject but he insists-

—Gabbie... -he kind of scolds me-

—Okay -I mumble- I woke up to a lot of hate messages, I thought I'd handle it, I thought It'll go away but it hasn't, I know you probably get anxious because of it but... I don't know, I don't like to be targeted as some gold digger hooker

—But you're not, I know that, you know that

He clearly doesn't get it, I know I used to think that I don't care how the world perceives me, but they crossed a line putting my name on headlines, harassing me over my social networks. I feel like a pressure was put onto my shoulders, I feel like I'm being watched by the whole world.

I decide not to answer to that, I let go of him and turn to dry the wetness of my body, then I proceeded to get dressed. Chris was silently watching my every move, I acted as if I didn't noticed but I did

—What can I do for you? -he politely asks, holding my hand-

—What do you mean?

—I don't want you to feel this way

—You can't change it, Chris. You're not the one sending me hate and I know they won't stop

Chris scoffs frustrated and hits a wall, then he storms out of the room. I stay there, in shock, not knowing why he'd react that way, not knowing what to do. Should I leave him alone or does he need company? I get all dressed quickly and go downstairs, Chris was sitting down on the living room, his hands were covering her face, he was sobbing... Oh god, no

—Christopher -My hand lands on his back and he flinches to the touch-

—I'm sorry... I know you're not used to this, I know you're not supposed to be on the spotlight like this but. Fuck, no -I clean one rolling tear- you don't deserve this

Was he... was he breaking up with me? I didn't know what to say, I was trying to process everything, I remove my hand from his back and stay quiet, he starts to clean his tears and calm his breathing

—Come on, we don't want to be late -he mumbles, I thought twice before going with him, but I guess not going would make things uncomfortable-

Chris drove us to the studio, it was a place full of a lot of people, most of the people looked as Chris as we walk by. The way here was silent, now he was holding my hand while we were walking to his trailer

—Here's mine -he points to a trailer with his free hand, I weakly smile-

We got into it and there were three persons waiting for him, two girls and a boy

—Good morning, guys -Chris smiles at them- this is Gabbie, she's my girlfriend

I politely smile and wave at them

—Nice to meet you

—Sit here, Chris -the older lady told him-

Chris winked at me and sat there, I was on a corner and my mind couldn't stop traveling to the memory of the articles, my throat was feeling knotted again and my stomach made me felt sick, I wanted to vomit so bad. I couldn't leave obviously, Chris was so busy that he couldn't even speak to me, he usually would chuckle at what his team was telling him but that's it, after what felt like an eternity, I finally spoke, but my voice was more like a whisper

—I'll be outside the trailer, I need some fresh air -I weakly smile at them, I was feeling dizzy-

—Where are you going? -Chris asks standing up-

—I'll be right outside, babe -I lightly chuckle- I won't be wandering around, I'd get lost

Chris looked back at his team and nodded, at me

—Gabbie, you'll... Hmm.. -he tried to find the words to talk to me- it's okay babe, I'm here anyways, just talk to me if something's wrong, okay? -I nod and open the door-

I stood outside the trailer. The day was fresh, I looked up to the sky and then around the Studios, it was huge and full of people walking around, I was feeling as if I was on some sort of honeycomb, a lot of bees working around. I took my phone out and snap a few pics for Sara, I didn't realized my mom had written me, it was a long text about what was going on between the press and I, she didn't liked the fact that I was being called a whore, I wasn't feeling emotionally right to read the whole thing, I didn't wanted to talk about it either so I just sent "I'll figure it out" as reply. After sending the pics to my sister, I locked the phone

I was able to see Chris Hemsworth from far away and I felt my body tingling, I wanted to scream or run towards him and ask for a picture, but being Chris' girlfriend would make it a little bit awkward. The tall guy was surrounded by some people, they were following him around, and I was following him with my eyes, he walked by the trailer and peeped at me, I wanted to scream but I behaved.