Golden (rewrite)

48

TW: self hatred, major angst
A/n: long(er) chapter than the rest.

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"(Y/n), please, I really do love you." Caecilius held onto your arm, he hugged it and pressed the side of his face against it.

"Let go, let go— c'mon Cece, let go of my arm. I'm no good for you." You tried to yank it away, but he only cuddled it tighter. You groan in exasperation, this is bad. Really bad.

"(Y/n)?" Both of you turned around to the source of the new voice.

You snarled, "Goddamn it, (f/n)! Where the hell were you?!"

"Sorry! Had a bad stomach ache, couldn't come—"

"Whatever, let's just get— lets just get the damn live interview started, kay?" You stomped towards the elevator, Caecilius is holding onto your arm like a lost puppy, whimpering and whining softly.

(F/n) followed the both of you, still in disbelief that you reduced a hot tempered man like Caecilius into this...

...Pathetic thing...?

She shook her head and entered the elevator as well, pressing the relevant buttons.

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"...and what is your feelings towards him now?" (F/n) asked Caecilius, she stole a glance at the camera, hinting the crew to make sure they got it on live.

"Pure, unfiltered, uncensored hatred. He is nothing but a menace to (y/n) and I. He has done nothing good for me, he has never said anything nice about me! He took advantage of everything and everyone! He nitpicks and never see the good in others— I... I regret pursuing him, I really do." Caecilius sniffled, wiping his eyes with the back of his wrist.

"...but I guess I was just... lonely. And... horny, perhaps. I was a bloody idiot for letting that terrible excuse of a man walk all over me! But... I know I brought this upon myself." The blond let a sad chuckle escape his plump lips.

You squirmed in your seat. This is extremely uncomfortable. Although you were fully clothed and no one else is in the studio, it felt like you were bare naked in front of billions of people.

How can any celebrity handle this? At least an interview over phone call wasn't that bad, it was a bit nerve wracking nonetheless.

(F/n) gave Caecilius a few minutes to weep before continuing her interview.

"So, (y/n). What can you say about your situation?"

"Bad. Really bad." You rubbed your hands together and glanced at the camera.

"Um... okay so. I know everyone is trying to understand what is going on. This is my side of the story..." you gripped your hands together and spared a look at Caecilius. He gave you a reassuring smile as his hand reached out to gently stroke your hair.

"It's okay. Whatever you do or say, I will never abandon you. Relax, just tell the world what you need to say." He whispered.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes with your hands. You pray Mike, Karen, Linda and Tony can handle the sudden surge of popularity after this.

"...Long story short. I was Lanette's childhood best friend, we were separated for eleven years. God knows what he did during that period of time, but I was servin' time at Juvie." You gulped, (f/n) nodded her head, signalling you to go on.

"When he— um. So we met again after eleven years in some autograph event. I tried my best to avoid him after he recognized me... I did not want this life, that son of an asshole forced his fame on me. I have the damn right to bitch about the crap I have to face everyday, cause I never wanted to be famous!" You spoke faster, louder and angrier. Caecilius placed a hand on your shoulder.