Do you? / tzuyu x reader [completed]

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1 year later

Third person P.O.V.  /Europe, Rome/ 

Anne woke up with the feeling of a heavy head after another night of unlimited drinks and girls. She pushed off the girl's arm from her body as she sat up.

"Fuck." - she muttered, massaging her temple. She walked out to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and some meds for hangover. The same routine every damn day. 

How she was, you could ask. She was doing great. At least that's what she told herself. The unconditional amount of drugs, alcohol and girls that she took in the past six months started to make her believe that this was a life that she wanted. The life she lived before she met the love of her life. This was the biggest downhill in her life and she fell without control. Not that she wanted any control in her life. 

"Baby.." - a girl stumbled out from the room, clearly still affected by the activities last night. Anne's head jolted up as her eyebrows furrowed.

"Look, Dora..."

"It's Emily." - Anne rolled her eyes. She's gone through this conversation every morning, always with a different girl.

"I don't care." - the girl raised her eyebrows not that Anne noticed. - "Last night was fun. Now you can go." - she said gulping down her drink.

"You can't just-"

"I can. There's the door." - she pointed behind the girl without hesitation. Emily grabbed her purse and walked out, not forgetting to mutter a kind 'Fuck you asshole' when she closed the door.

People called her names all the time, but she didn't bother. Careless. That's the right word to use for her. That's all she was. Careless about her past, about her future, about her present. And lonely. That she definetly was. 

She flopped down on the couch to watch some stupid show, but for the third time in the past few days a letter caught her attention. She didn't open it. It arrived three days ago. She knew exactly who wrote it. She recognized her sister's handwrite. But she didn't want to read it. She was afraid. Afraid of the news she would find out. 

She got messages and calls from her family. They left voice mails to tell her to come home, but she never answered. Never picked up the phone. She knew well if she had the smallest reason to go home she would catch the first plane. But she told herself not to go home. Because she would cause more trouble. 

But it was different now. They found her. Where she lives, probably what she does and everything about her. It made her even more frustrated. She felt cornered now. They can come to her and if she sees one of her family members or friends she will break and go back to the U.S. She had to open the envelope to find out about the reason why she's needed. Maybe it's something small. But what if it's not?

"Hangover Captain strikes again?" - a voice woke her up from these thoughts.

"Fuck off, Fran." - she massaged her temple after looking at the guy who just stepped in.

"Nice as always, Anne." - he sat down across her, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.- "How much did you drink this time?"

"Not enough." - she lit her own cigar, taking a long sip. - "This letter is fucking me up."

"You haven't opened it yet...why?"

"You know if I'll read it I'll go back, right? I'll run back to them, Fran. And I didn't come this far just to go back." 

"I've always told you to go back. You're just too stubborn to see how easy the situation is." - Francesco Varetti. The only person Anne can count on in her new place. He worked in the bar where Anne went everyday.