More than a Friendship

XII - 2020 - Stress

A/N - I know that I said this chapter was going to be the Christmas Chapter...well I've changed my mind...and I will post it after this one...so without further ado...try to enjoy. ( I highly consider this one my worst chapter tbh...)

Los Angeles - 5th January 2020

3:33pm - Kit

"I wish you were here Millie...I miss you so much..." Kit sadly sighed, pacing back and forth on his hotel room. The last few weeks had been almost unbearable...after a wonderful Christmas with Emilia in his family home...the events that had came afterwards hadn't been as kind to him, and Kit swiftly found himself being dragged to another of Rose's PR ideas. Despite his brutal distaste for Mariana (his agent), Rose and also Dan and David, he had been almost forced to accept to attend the Golden Globes with her, since Rose and Mariana had promised he would get his damned divorce afterwards.

For the purpose, Kit had missed the chance to spend his New Year's Eve with Emilia in India, since other more important matters had taken him to the US instead. Emilia had spent her New Year's Eve with most of her family and he could tell she was absolutely pissed at him since she had refused most of his calls, with exception for the one where she had asked for his location. He was extremely frustrated with himself, nevertheless he was relatively upset with Emilia for her lack of comprehension and also the way she was constantly ignoring, as if everything was his fault. He needed her and she wasn't there, so how was he supposed to reason properly without Emilia beside him? He wasn't questioning the strength of their relationship, nonetheless couldn't stop to think about Emilia and how easily she had blamed him for everything. He knew it was dolorous for her, all those lies, all those fake smiles, all those fake laughs and words and even though both were confident on a bright future after their discussions and rumors, the present remained as sharp as a spear and as painful as a burn...continuously hurting their emotions and dreams at a lagging rhythm, consequently splitting them. 

"Please call me back Emilia I know you're hurt my love...I know...and I'm so sorry...but please Millie...call me...I need you" He finished the voice message, almost that throwing his phone straight against the floor, in an attempt of soothing his anger and also frustration. That was the day he would have to fake everything once again, to smile as he was happy with her, to touch her as she was the woman he loved, or even to look at her as she owned his heart, lies, nothing but lies, which...even so distinguishable as false, would be there to cause the grief. 

He knew he would probably fail miserably, with his relationship with Emilia at stake, satisfying Rose with his attitudes while attending an event he was sure that he didn't deserve to attend, was the last of his concerns. One would probably create gossips he would easily ignore just by firing his agent (who, in his opinion, should be long gone already) while the other would ruin his life with nothing but despair and regret. He grabbed his vape pen, which he had bought after some painful days without talking to Emilia, and headed to his balcony, inhaling deeply the air, and with it pleasing his nostrils with the soothing saline scent of the ocean.

He crossed his arms above the railing, staring blankly at his vape pen, knowing that each time he would use it to relieve himself from some stress, he would be disappointing Emilia. He couldn't really control it, Emilia had been ignoring him as it had been solely his fault, Rose had been provoking him to go out with her for a paparazzi walk, Mariana wouldn't stop to pressure him and now in less than three hours he was going to attend an event he was sure that was going to be impossible to fake, at least without Emilia's permission first. Not that he needed one, but he would be more relaxed and more confident if he had Emilia's words playing on his mind over and over again to assure him that she would be there for him either way. 

He was patiently waiting for the moment that someone would knock at his door, letting him know that it was time to leave towards the Golden Globes, but the truth was that he had actually pondered just to leave towards the city and simply abandon all that senseless shit that had already caused him and his Emilia so much suffering. He had exclusively dreamed about a single girl...and knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold the hand of that very same girl on the oncoming weeks, was certainly a demotivating feeling.