𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

When she left you you felt stupid. You don't even know why it seemed like the beginning of your fairytale to you in the first place. It was so obvious that she would leave you as soon as filming was over. You and Ellie had great chemistry on set. Your characters were partners in the film, following a plot of lies, intrigue and a tormented and difficult to manage love story. But behind the closed doors of your dressing rooms, your relationship was nothing like that: you loved each other, away from prying eyes, evading the paparazzi, silencing any rumors about you two, before ending up at each other's house watching some stupid TV series that only ended up being the background of your other activities.

Everything seemed to be going well, everything was perfect and you had never been so happy. You had even made an exception to your golden rule: never go out with a colleague. She had left you with a message, without even giving you the benefit of an explanation, just when your relationship seemed to be going good. Your manager practically had to force you to dress up to show up at the premiere of the film and when you saw Ellie get out of her limo you felt the desperate need to escape anyway, as if it was your fault, as if you were the one who left her with a stupid message.

At the end of the show you had slipped away from everyone, running away from the cameras ready to make you end up on every single tabloid, finding yourself outside the back of the cinema smoking a cigarette, a habit you had resumed after the breakdown.

"Can I have one?" Ellie's voice made you jump, but her faint smile had no reaction from you but anger and frustration.