"i'm lost in my own fantasies, i can't escape"
in which a young girl is a famous musician, only to be anonymous. she grew up, used the funds to run away, finding herself in finland.
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mentions of abuse and depression within the story, warnings will...
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#vilmeslander "don't play dumb with me"
SLIGHT MENTIONS OF ABUSE
act three chapter 'kaksikymmentäseitsemän' twenty-seven
it was a strange day. not physically, yet mentally. it was the final of the cluster of birthdays, it finally being november eighth. vasiliki decided to be nice, visit olli on his birthday, but there was still a falling pit in her stomach.
there has been ever since that text. her father was close, and she had never been this stressed in months. no one seemed to understand the severity of the situation, not even tommi.
he kept brushing it off, saying it's all talk. but she knows her father isn't 'all talk', he'll always find a way to peruse his wishes.
"tommi listen to me."
she wanted someone else to understand her emotions, thinking tommi would be the most suitable.
"stop stressing. as you said, he'll never find you in oulu."
but that was the problem. she wasn't expecting someone like kaylah, someone who had contact with her father. it was too coincidental.
olli was the only one she didn't hug, not surprisingly. it felt awkward, the duo always snapping back and forth to no avail. they were nice, then they were snarky, it was a never-ending cycle.
it was only a small smile as a greeting, the boy just barely returning something similar. maybe this was a mistake to come, especially considering the figure who just walked through the door.
"hey olli," the girl greeted. she seemed to have gotten sick of the blonde hair, wanting to go back to something more natural. sporting a dark brunette colour now, it matched the darkness of her outfit. had she taken so much inspiration from the boys, that she's now dressing like them? "happy birthday babe."
not babe. maybe it wasn't meant in that way. kaylah went to kiss him on the lips, but the bassist swerved his head to the side, the girl landing on his cheek instead.
serves her right.
kaylah huffed at his action, but didn't say anything. she was standing awfully close to him, almost clinging. the bassist looked uncomfortable, but didn't move from his position. maybe he was struck in fear.
"why is she here?" the brunette girl asked, almost whispering it into the guy's ear. it wasn't very quiet though, but that seemed intentional at this point.
"why wouldn't she be?" his monotonous tone spoke back, not daring to look at the clinging figure. he either had something strong against her, or was actually standing up for vasiliki.
kaylah inched slightly away from the bassist, his body relaxing slightly. the redhead never noticed how tensed he looked previously, but maybe he always stands like that around her.
