"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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"but i just wanted to see you"
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act three chapter 'kolmekymmentäyhdeksän' thirty-nine
of course he was right, of course he was fucking right, he always has to be. she wanted to kick him out so badly, but she couldn't.
the girl managed to wriggle out of his grasp, taking a few good steps away to ensure it won't happen again. she stared, no, glared at the boy, a puzzled look on her face, "i can't believe you!"
a twisted expression was present on him, slowly becoming amused, "me? it's you with these feelings!"
she wasn't talking about them, she was talking about how he's shaped this scene. he was practically using her and she wasn't going to take it.
"i'm not referring to me you dimwit," she snarled, crossing her arms just after she pointed at herself. was he that daft? probably, and as she said, that win went straight to his head.
"oh aren't you-"
"shut up would you?" vasiliki cut him off, voice volume increasing by the second. she wasn't going to take his snarky comments anymore, especially not at this time. he keeps an important secret from her, which could've easily damaged her life further, and now he's really just pushing his luck. "there's no need for your shit."
olli shook his head, biting his bottom lips to stop another smirk from appearing, "you're cute when you're like this."
"and your not," she shot back, surprisingly quickly for that matter too. it was true and all, especially that attitude, but that smirk was just something else.
now he's distracted her further, does that mean she wasn't cute at any other time? disappointing words, especially when they're coming out of one's crush's mouth.
"oh aren't i?"
and there he goes again, expected to say the least, can't he think of something new?
"stop fucking me over," she whispered, just barely in earshot of the bassist. he only just heard it, and obviously took that phrase both ways. the girl realised this though, stopping him from even starting to talk, "don't turn that the other way, please." the last bit was inaudible, cracking even.
olli noticed this, strolling up to the girl before he placed a hand on her back. "i'm not fucking you over," he hushed, moving the hand ever so slightly upwards.
"yes you are."
he cupped her cheek with his available hand, tilting her face upwards, "do you want me to prove it to you?"
prove it how exactly? what on earth could he be thinking about? it may seem obvious to some, very obvious even, but it wasn't to vasiliki. she was confused, looking at the other with puzzled eyes. she wanted to shake her head, scared for the possibilities to come.
