You didn't date Jenna for the fame. For the household name.

She wasn't even famous when your paths crossed.

it was fateful. It felt right in the moment.

the party you both happened to be at was loud.

it made your head spin.

Your throat tingle.

After being forced into it, you were trying to have fun, but lost the will to pretend halfway through.

Your friends were participating and their 6th drinking game of the night -- they wouldn't notice if you slipped away.

Losing your social battery when you didn't led you to meet Jenna Ortega.

She was in the room before you. You expected her to be drunk. She wasn't.

You both fell in love over the course of months.

It never made sense. You were the girl who constantly battled with your mental health. You had group therapy every Tuesday from 3-5. You had to take meds every single night -- a dizzying amount.

and she was the pretty girl. The popular girl. The one who you expected to be bullied by -- not fall in love with.

She moved to California -- LA to be exact when you two were in Junior year. To live out her dreams. To act in one what would be one of the biggest movies to come out in 2020.

she promised you late one night, your foreheads pressed together and your hands intertwined that she wouldn't ghost you. That you would stay in touch.

But you didn't. Schedules got busy. Her phone became only useful to respond to mandatory messages from her team.

While you were still juggling awkward high school life, she was out there -- doing successful things.

You still followed her on social media. But you never talked to her again from there.

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shortly after graduating high school, you moved to California too.

A part of LA that wasn't as busy as the rest. You found yourself a quiet neighborhood. Then bought a small cottage. A cozy place you now call home.

You never really thought about Jenna -- apart from fleeting moments.

All that was about to change.

It was August 17th.

You were simply trying to walk over to the drinks at your friends party. After the most stressful day, filled with cameras, shouting, and your coffee spilling on your lap, you needed some liquid courage bad.

You weren't looking where you were grabbing. Your fingers brushed someone else's.

she mumbled a "sorry", and then walked away.

Little did you know that was your greatest heartbreak.

the one you might think you healed from.

You didn't mean to see her.

You looked up at the wrong moment.

saw a flash of black and a fur coat.

then brown eyes you never forgot.

They met yours -- and suddenly you felt woozy.

She walked over.

her heels clicked on the floor, but you could barely hear it over the pounding of your heart and the loud music.

"{{user}}..."

she breathes, her eyes wide.