🌟 i don't remember who i was before you....
           𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 thirty one, aftermath

" scene "

and then it was called again.

" scene "

and then again

" scene "

it kept going until it felt like everyone's ears would be bleeding crimson.

everything was forgotten as the last day of set was approaching and then it came and now it's here.

todays the day and then it's no more until the premiere. whenever that would be. whenever anything would be really.

no more jamison and

it didn't matter the next part of that sentence.

no more jamison and harper ? no more jamison and noah ? no more jamison and miles ?

no more jamison and

the door had opened. it felt like a repetitive act as the door had opened. it had opened. far and wide.

" jamison you're already packing" the voice asked.

full name. yikes !

" we leave in two days and i unfortunately have a lot of stuff" jamison complained to the voice. " yeah but can't you just wait" he asked her.

" no miles i absolutely can not"

besides packing helped distracted her from the boy who still sat in his room. the boy that she knew she had to talk to. the boy she knew he knew about what happened two years ago.

she knew his father told him.

and a part of her was glad he knew.

what she didn't come to account for was that during those seven months she tried not to miss him.

she tried her hardest. but yet seemed to fail every time.

the worst part is that she knows she likes him now. maybe even more then before. not in a friend way but in a i wanna be with you way.

a way she knew wouldn't be possible.

because here she thought 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞.

and neither would he. 

" i need to finish packing miles" she told the boy. she was hopping he would get the hint. she didn't like miles.

she needed to talk to walker. the boy who still sat in his room. the boy that she knew she had to talk to. the boy she knew he knew about what happened two years ago.

she needed to sleep. her thoughts were repeating itself again.

" yeah well see you later at dinner" he asked her. she nodded with a smile. he most definitely would see her. he returned the smile before he left the room to.

jamison walked over to her vanity as she sat down in the chair before pulling out one of the drawers and reaching her hand in it. in there sat her wallet as she opened it up revealing the paper ring a certain boy made for her when they were kids.

a ring she should throw out.

a ring she knew she would never throw out.

a ring she knew

she had to go to set. it was her last day filming. she needed to be on set. why wasn't she on set? why wasn't she

a ring she knew she would cherish for a long time.

her eyes locked into the mirror that sat on the vanity as she looked at it seeing the bags in her eyes. the bags that she knew happened due to a certain boy she hadn't spoken to and instead she laid restless in her bed at night.

she needed to go speak to him.

they needed to talk.

she needed to get to set.

because she needed to hear the words.

the words the director would call when someone's time was up.

the words that were used to finish up a sentence in the acting world.

the word.

" scene"

━━━━━━ 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐬 !
act one ends in two more chapters!
next chapter mirrors nobody gets me chapter
thirty two in a way. it just felt right to do