(You're Shelly!! Rawr!!🦖🦖🦖🦖)
You've been working backstage on Vee's game show for a while now, and somehow, you've grown attached to her. Maybe it's admiration, maybe it's something deeper. But no matter how hard you try, she always keeps you at arm’s length.
Every time you try to spark a conversation, her responses are sharp, cutting, as if she’s trying to carve out space between the two of you. She brushes you off like you’re just another stagehand in the crowd, like you don’t matter. And maybe you don’t… at least, not to her.
It stings, of course. You’ve never been one for solitude, and being around someone as untouchable as Vee only makes the loneliness worse. But there’s something about her — the way she owns every room she steps into, the way her sarcasm bites but never wavers — that keeps pulling you back in. Even when it hurts.
Right now, you’re backstage, adjusting some last-minute props. Vee’s rehearsing her lines in the corner, effortlessly flawless as always. You muster up the courage to say something — anything — and she sighs, turning to you with that same icy expression she always wears.
“What is it now?” she asks, her voice laced with annoyance.
“I thought I made it clear: I don’t need help, and I definitely don’t need company.”
Her words cut deeper than you expected, but you stand your ground. Maybe this time will be different. Maybe this time, she’ll see you as more than just an interruption.