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Yearning for Our Unicity	By : LuluDreams Category: S through Z > YOU Views: 64 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Frustrated!Bronte is frustrated
Notes:
Prompt: Coming homeSetting:extended 5x7 scene , esp. at the beginning
Here, Joe is only mentioned
This is like a mirror of the one shot I posted yesterday
By the way, being just about Joe, I was sure that the shot I posted yesterday would have dragged more attention, instead it was an epic fail (only two people read it, maybe, i don't even know if they read that one shot or another one ^^' ) :( , so now that it’s only about Bronte, I definitely have zero expectations ^^’
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Home

Bronte’s POV

When my phone chimed and there was that notification, my heart skipped a beat.
And when you spoke to me through the hidden camera you found, I gasped.

Stupidly I even thought it was good to hear your voice again.

Any person slightly gifted with common sense would try to stay as far as possible from you; but not me.

Nope, I just spend hours in my room, with my phone in my hands, on our chat on WhatsApp, desperately trying to get in touch with you again.
But I just can’t find the right words.
I manage to type every sort of sentence, but I delete it the second after.

‘Hi, Joe, how are y…’
Delete, delete, delete.
Seriously, Louise?
Does it seem the most appropriate thing to say to someone who went to prison because of you?

‘Huh, maybe I should apologize…’
Maybe?!
Geez, noooo, delete, delete!

Those three dots keep appearing and disappearing.

Oh no, wait.
What if at this moment, for some unexplainable reason, you were checking our Whatsapp chat, with me trying to write to you?
Would you notice that?
And if you did, what would you do? Would you write to me first, maybe?
Would you ghost me?
Wait. What if you already had?

I squeeze my temples with my hands.
This is so frustrating!
When did I become so paranoid?

All I need is some time to think and some concentration, which is not very easy to find, since in this house Dom and Phoenix seem to need me 24/7 and I feel constantly checked by them, without being able to do anything.

You know what, Joe?
The real cage is not the glass one you have at Mooney’s basement, the real cage is this house.
No matter how big the house actually is, their presence is so suffocating that it seems I live in one square meter!

Uhmm, maybe this is something I should text you.

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I can't still believe they had the guts to ask me that!
I mean, do we want to mourn Clayton all together? Okay, let’s do it.
Do we want to analyse better all we’ve been through these months? Fine.
But they can’t ask me to be part of that mudslinging tik-tok!

I packed my stuff the fastest I could and then I was out of their house and their life forever; but not before Dom made me confess: I fell in love with you, Joe, for real.
It’s no longer just an act and I can’t even say when it started.
Was it when you showed me the apartment? Not for the apartment itself, but for the umpteenth display of your generosity.
Was it when you comforted me after that epic fail at the literary salon?
Was it when you defended me from Clayton in your bookstore?
Or was it in that alley?
Probably it must be even earlier than I think.
It’s a big mess, I know, but I have to face it.

That’s why now I’m wandering aimlessly on the streets of New York.
I rest for a while on the stairs of a store and glance at my mobil

I check at your hashtag and, geez, that damn media storm is destroying you.
I must do something and I keep walking, but when I arrive near Mooney’s I realize that you are already doing something.

I can see that from afar, the store is closed but you’re inside, with what likes a TV crew, someone is putting make up on you and.. oh my God, is that Kim Kramer?
Now I totally get what you’re doing.
Great shot, Joe!

I sit nearby, put on earphones and get ready to follow Kim’s instagram direct, along with millions of other people.

Kim doesn’t waste time and asks you almost immediately the question I’m longing for you to answer.

Louise Flannery is the biggest regret of my entire life.

That sentence, the coldness in your voice, cut my heart as the most sharped knife ever.

I fight the urge to cry, only because I’m in a public place.
I stop the direct, go back to our chat and this time I finally know what to write to you.

Oh, looks like you didn’t ghost me, at least.

In record time I bought a flight to Ohio, just one-way.
There’s no place for me here.
Not anymore.

I get up and walk away from here.
I might be heading to Ohio, but it doesn’t mean I’m coming back home.

At the beginning it was home when I lived with Dom, Phoenix and Clayton, but now it doesn’t feel home either there.
It’s you, Joe, who began to feel like home to me as no other place has ever done.
It doesn’t mean that I miss the apartment, I miss you inside it. With me.

I knew from the start that our love story wasn’t meant to last for long.

At least, if I had managed to persuade my friends not to do that, like I had tried to do, after all; it’s you who found me, following all the clues… and you weren’t supposed to.

Dammit, who are you, Sherlock Holmes’ illegitimate son?

If my plan had worked; to begin with, Clayton would still be alive, but mostly you would hate me, right, for leaving you, but you would go on with your life, untouched.

Instead this way, not only now you hate me for my betrayal, for lying to you since the day I met you; but your life is ruined.
And it’s all my fault.
And I’m sick of being surrounded by people as I keep walking, because I can’t even allow myself a good and proper cry.

I’m heading to the subway that will lead me to the train that will lead me to the airport.
And as I go there, I can’t help wondering why I’ve sent you that message.
As if it would change something.

Probably I’ve read too many of those sappy second-rate novels you hate, or I saw too many movies.. but maybe you read my message, you forgave me and maybe it’s not too late to start it all over again and you must have already figured out I’m leaving this town.
So maybe you’ll rush to the airport, just when my flight has already started boarding, and there will be a bitchy hostess who won’t let you pass and won’t even accept money to be corrupted; then you will scream my name so loudly that I can hear it form the pier I’ve already entered in, so I’ll push my way against the other passengers, in order to go back to the gate and…

Fuck, I have really watched too many cheesy movies!

Geez, it wasn’t so much effort for me to play the romantic girl; I actually am a romantic girl for real, I just had to figure it out.
A romantic girl with fantasies bigger than her eyes and a broken heart that can’t be fixed.

I can see the subway stop from afar, but as I’m heading there I see a guy with a truck and he seems to have some trouble with his stuff. He even just dropped some boxes on the ground.

I guess I’ll stop, in order to help him; after all being kind never hurt anyone.

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THE END
Notes:
Famous last words. We all know what happened after that ;P
I don’t know if you ever paid attention to it, but there’s a frame showing Bronte’s chat with Joe and it’s just too cute not to display, awwww.
here:
That’s just the kind of fluff I’m aiming to, save for these last two shots that were supposed to be more sad and nostalgic.
It’s fun to keep asking question when people are already barely reading this (and yes, it hurts, more than a little), anyway: which kind of story do you prefer, pre-relationship, with all the mutual pining or.. established relationship, with lots of smut, too?
I don’t know if someone cares, but.. see ya here tomorrow!
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