𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 | 𝚜.𝚙

»𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬«

I sat on the couch in the living room while loud growls raged outside.
LA's thunderstorms were really something else.
They were loud and messy.

So I decided to spent my day on the couch and write a few poems, seeing what has potential and what doesn't.

Jen was working as a therapist so I was alone.
The next day I'd be back on set, filming and chatting with the other cast members.
After some time it became normal and I had fun again being there.

However, not even my nicotine addiction could have forced me to go out that day.
»That's a boring mess today,« I sighed and closed my laptop.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds and listened to the rain falling against my window very carefully.
A soothing sound.

The minutes of peace and quiet soon got interrupted by the doorbell which aggressively got rang.

I sighed, who or what could this possibly be?

I slowly shuffled to the door and opened it a few inches to see who's there.

»Y/n, hey,« the brown haired woman softly spoke.
I was about to shut the door again when she pushed her foot between the it.
»Wait, please.«

»What is it?« I was surprised myself when I heard my stern tone.
»Can I come in, please I have nowhere else to go,« she sighed and stroked a stand of hair behind her ear.

»Sarah, didn't I make it clear to you? Leave please.«

»You don't understand y/n, please can I enter?« a spark of hope could be heard.

»I'll give you five minutes, no more,« I hissed and opened so she could enter.

»So what is it that you showed up on my doorstep?« I asked disinterested while looking at my fingernails.

»I-I« she sniffled.
It caught my attention and I looked up.
»What's the matter?« I echo my question again.

»We argued and she packed all of my stuff,« Sarah sobbed.
»And what can I do for you now? We had this before don't you remember?« I recalled the memories coldly.

»Y/n I told you that I was sorry and I should've never done this,« the woman claimed.
»You know, I don't know what to tell you. I am sorry for what happened to you but there is nothing that I can do for you now,« I explained and walked in the door's direction.

»I know, I shouldn't have come sorry,« she mumbled.
»Alright then, I'll see you on set,« I told her.

»Yeah sure.«

And then she left and it felt like a flashback appearing right in front of me.

My feet walked me back to the couch and when I took another look at the rain drained streets outside, a part of me felt bad for escorting her out of my apartment.

My mind just shut her out again and I opened my laptop to watch a movie on Netflix.

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It was barely after midnight when my phone rang uncontrollably and so loud that I was about to throw it against something.
I forgot to set it on silent mode.

I got up in agony to silence the device, but when I reached it I saw several messages from nobody else than Sarah. She rang a couple of times and texted me.

Jen slept peacefully, not even my phone could disturb her and I felt pity when I received those messages.