Bughead_hart
"What do you want me to say Celeste? That I love you, because....I don't, I can't." His blue doughy eyes stared back into mine like it meant something. I think no matter how beautiful it could look to another person, I still wanted to throw up.
"I never wanted you to say that you loved me." My voice receded into a soft whisper. "I just wanted to know if you cared." I ended with a scoff, which puffed my chest up slightly. "It turns out you don't." I would never say this to anyone in real life. It's so....cringe worthy.
"I guess I don't" He said coldly, I thought he really meant it, why was he like this anyways. He continued and walked away from me as I watched his retreating back.
"Aannnd, cut." The director yelled. I let out a squeal that died down when he walked up to me, staring blankly.
"Zaierra Your acting was horrible, plain and boring. I don't understand why he chose you." He shook his head disappointingly and walked away. I inhaled sharply, as he turned on his heel to walk away. Now you're wondering what I'm thinking about this situation.
What the hell?