𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 [ MULTIPLE]

seventy-four

11.07

the dressing room's door closes softly behind her. faintly, she thinks she hears evans' loud laugh booming from the rooms behind her.

the sun is shining too brightly, too warm. specially because her phone had told her it would be a meek, grey day. and yet the light coming through the ceiling high windows is warming her skin and making her flush from the heat.

she sights. right before leaving the comfort of the sofa inside her designated dressing room, niall had called her. she's finally met amelia. and the woman was lovely, all soft smiles and gazes, surprisingly not looking at matilde as if she were a threat. the singer enjoyed that. she could see the two being friends if they took the next steps in their relationship.

she was happy for her ex. he obviously deserved all happiness. and yet she a part of her couldn't get with the programme. but that wasn't their fault. it was just her feeling lonely.

from two rooms down, ellie, sebastian's new lover, comes into the hall. they exchange glances for a second. she walks down the hall and doesn't look back.

18.31

"matilde look here!"

"matilde how did it feel to be close to your abuser again?"

"do you regret dating sebastian?"

"matilde did you just come out as lesbian after sleeping with cara delevingne?"

"matilde what are your thoughts on trump?"

inside, the car is silent. her bodyguard slides in next to the driver. they were headed to the hotel she was staying at (as she's made the grave mistake of moving in with her ex - right before the relationship soured).

"dan, take me to greenwich village instead."

she doesn't want to be alone.

23.46

she rests her head on the pillow, body weak and loose after finally catching her breath.

he is smoking out the window, slow drags and pulls of smoke. the room is lit up by the moonlight, making his face more pronounced.

no one is speaking. she reckons it's for the best or if there simply are no words to be said. they know eachother well enough not to need that.

the room bathes in the bathroom's light, as she hears them step out of the bathroom. her eyes are still on the body smoking by the window. not for long. she is easily distracted, after all.

a pair of lips on her shoulder, and her attention is elsewhere. soon, the man by the window is stubbing the cigarette, leaving in on the small crystal plate on the coffee table. heads to the bed, pulls her face to his, as the lips on her shoulder lower.

she allows herself to be pulled under again.

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