━━━ 𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 y/n, a diligent overachiever; senior in highschool takes on extra shifts for her part time job, her goal? to flee to paris when she graduates. but everything changes when she meets her long lost uncle who happened to be the manag...
i used to feel like my stomach turned when you walked into the room, turns out it wasn't because the sight of you made me physically sick .
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"𝓨/n, You're all I can fucking think about. No matter where I am or what I'm doing, and the thought of you hurt or upset makes me want to raze this city to the ground. I've never wanted someone more, and I've never hated myself more for it."
Hearing that echo through the speakers felt like a head trip.
Gasps and murmurs from the crowd pierced my ears, it was quiet—but not the type of silence you'd feel at peace,No— it was the complete opposite, imagine nightmarish crickets. I try to find humor out if this but I just couldn't; I still couldn't believe he said that on stage for everyone to hear.
I couldn't even think straight, it was a thought after another—What are these people thinking? Do they believe the rumor now? Is this some twisted joke? What is uncle Jonah going to do? Oh for god's sake, what am I going to do?!
The next thing I did was unexpected, unforeseen even for me; my knees trembled like jello when the spotlight shone on me—for a passing moment; the floor is quicksand and I was glued in place, I think all the saturation on my skin was drained by the prying eyes burning through the image which is me. They're all looking at me!
I skittishly ran on stage, pulling my hood over my head not because I'm hiding from the thousands of people in here, but it's because I think I'd completely freeze if I could see the bazillion of eyeballs scrutinizing me. I grab a hold of Z's arm running to the back stage as fast as I can, my heart was pounding and adrenaline rushed through my veins like wildfire—as we left the place, I heard the crowd scream and shout and I'm not so sure what emotion this stunt evoked out of them, Maddened? Inspired? Who knows, but It didn't matter, it mattered less the further I ran away—with Z that is.
"Slow down!" Z warns; a step or three behind me when a man on his bicycle had almost collided with us; I looked back seeing the stranger wasn't too happy about that so, I slowed my pace realizing it has lead us to a poorly lit alleyway.
Catching my breath, I let go of Z; quickly scowling at him—he leaned his back against the wall opposed from me,
"I.. have .. so much to say, once I catch my breath." I muttered in between huffs. He just gawks at me with his signature poker face, I can't read him. I can't stand him! This has to be some premeditated joke he planned months ago!
