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AMERIGO VESPUCCI AIRPORT
florence, italy
monday
august 12, 2024
11am

i sat with drew as we sat at the gate, waiting to board our flight. the month long filming session had been intense - long days, demanding scenes, and endless rewrites.

but through it all, drew and i had managed to make time for each other. we'd steal moments between takes, sneaking off to quiet corners of the set to talk and share secrets. we'd support each other through difficult scenes, offering words of encouragement and understanding. we'd even make quick escape to the nearest city for impromptu dates.

my heart was heavy as i thought about the end of the filming. we'd been living in the beautiful italian countryside for the past month, surrounded by rolling hills and olive trees. i was going to miss it dearly.

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THE PLANE
florence, italy
11:30am

we were seated in first class, surrounded by the luxurious amenities that came with our tickets. i rested my head on his shoulder as we talked about the things we were excited to do back home in la.

"i can't wait to sleep in my own bed." i said, imagining my soft sheets and fluffy pillows.

drew chuckled. "i can't wait to eat a decent meal." he said, making me laugh.

"are you saying the food in italy wasn't decent?" i asked, feigning skepticism. "it was some of the best food i've ever had."

he laughed, shaking his head. "you're right, the food was incredible. but nothing beats a good ol' fashioned burger." he said with a grin.

i shook my head with a smile. "only you would be thinking about a burger right now, after having the best pasta and pizza i've ever tasted in my life."

he shrugged, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "what can i say? i'm a simple man with simple needs."

i rolled my eyes playfully. "your stomach is a black hole, it's impossible to keep you satisfied."

he let out a chuckle before speaking more seriously. "so what's on the agenda for when we get back?"

i rolled my eyes playfully. "your stomach is a black hole, it's impossible to keep you satisfied."

he let out a chuckle before speaking more seriously. "so what's on the agenda for when we get back?"

"when, like this upcoming week...or as soon as we land? because after we landed i'm going hope to sleep." i said.

he nodded in agreement. "sleep sounds good. but i was asking more about what's on the agenda for you this week." he said, taking my hand.

i smiled at the gesture, feeling a warm flutter in my heart. "actually, i have plans with my bed for most of the time." i said, still holding his hand.

he laughed. "okay, fair enough." he said, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "so no plans with me?"

i couldn't help but smirk at his words. "actually i have a few things i need to get done, like laundry and cleaning." i said with a mischievous smile, enjoying the fact that he was begging for my attention.

he chuckled, clearly aware that i was teasing him. "laundry and cleaning? wow, sounds like a real party." he said dryly. "and i guess there's no room for me on this very important schedule?"

i pretended to think for a moment. "hmm...let's see. laundry, cleaning, sleeping...nope, no room for you." i said with mock seriousness.

he smiled. "well let's make room, yeah?"

i nodded. "yeah," i said before kissing him softly and quickly, not wanting to show much pda on a flight.

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ALFRED LOS ANGELES
los angeles, california
wednesday
august 14, 2024
10am

after spending twoish days hunkered down in my home, i headed to my favorite café in los angeles for a freshly made matcha.

i stood in line, completely engulfed in the back of the book that i held in my hands, but i quickly looked up when i heard a familiar voice. amo's.

he was sitting at one of the tables in the back of the cafe, his long legs spread out in front of him. i had heard his voice when he was speaking to what seemed to had been a fan who just left. now sitting alone, he was sipping on an espresso, his phone in his other hand. he looked up, and his eyes landed on me.

a slow smile spread across his face as he saw me standing in line. he put his phone down and leaned back in his chair, watching me intently.

as i stood in line, i could feel his eyes on me. my heart rate increased with each breath i took, knowing that i was about to have my first interaction with him since he called me.

once it was my turn to order, i placed my order, keeping my eyes on the counter the whole time. finally, the cashier was handing me my drink when i heard his voice. "azaria."

a shiver went through my body at the sound of his voice. i took my cup and turned slowly, facing him. he was still sitting in his chair, still watching me with the same intense gaze he had just moments before.

"hi," i said quietly, taking an uncertain step towards him.

he smiled, gesturing to the vacant chair across from him. "take a seat," he said.

my heart thundered in my chest as i made my way over to his table. my legs trembled under my weight as i sat across from him, setting my cup down on the table.

he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. "it's good to finally see you. it's been a minute." he said, his eyes tracing over me like he was searching for something in my face.

i let out a heavy sigh. "are you okay? i mean...after the...the thing."

his expression darkened for a moment at the mention of it. he knew exactly what i was referring to. "i'm good." he said, his voice a bit firmer than before. "i'm doing good."

i nodded, unsure of what else to say. there was an uncomfortable silence between us, neither of us making any move to speak.

"did you go to utah with your mom?" i asked referring to the advise i had given him when he called me in the moment of pure despair.

his eyes met mine, surprise flickered through them. "no." he said, sounding slightly caught off guard. "i didn't go."

i raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate on why he never went.

he leaned back in his chair, looking away from me. "i just couldn't..." he trailed off, his voice almost a whisper.

i studied his face as he spoke, noticing the tension in his jaw. i could tell that this was hard for him to talk about.

"what do you mean you could couldn't?" i prodded gently. even though i was angry as hell at him and didn't want to talk to him at all, it was still hard seeing him so miserable.

he ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. "i don't know...i just...couldn't make myself go." he said, looking down at the table.

a pang of guilt hit me. i knew he was struggling, but i couldn't help feeling a bit annoyed that he didn't even try to get the help i had suggested.

"did you even try to go?" i asked, trying to keep my voice neutral. i didn't want to get angry at him, but his nonchalance was grating on my nerves.

he was quiet for a moment before shaking his head. "no.." he admitted.

i sighed, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over me. "so what was the point of calling me that night if you weren't going to follow my advice?"

he looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and defensiveness. "i was in a bad place, alright? i wasn't thinking straight." he said, his voice rising slightly.

i took a deep breath, trying to control my own emotions. "yeah, i know that. i could tell from the way you were talking that night."

he leaned back in his chair again, crossing his arms over his chest. he was obviously uncomfortable talking about the whole situation. i decided to change the subject to something less heavy.

"how's modeling been? any fun runway shows coming up?" i asked with a small smile.

his expression softened slightly at the change in subject. "it's been good. busy, but good." he said, his voice returning to a normal tone. "i have a few more shows coming up in the next few weeks. one is for chanel, so i'm excited about that."

i smiled, genuinely happy for him. it was nice to see him sounding enthusiastic about something.

"congrats, that sounds exciting. i know you're going to kill it." i said, my smile widening.

he let out a soft sigh, his eyes meeting mine again. "i never thought i'd admit this, but i kinda missed you...your support." he said, his voice quiet. "i mean, seeing you in the crowd while i modeled, that was something special."

i felt a pang in my chest at his words. it was hard to hear him saying how much he missed me after everything that had happened between us. i took a sip of my matcha, trying to hide my conflicting emotions.

"it was nice to watch you on the runway." i said, avoiding looking at him directly. "you were always so focused, so in your element. it was like you came alive when you were modeling...but you're aware i'm with drew, right?"

he nodded, his expression turning serious again. "yeah, i'm aware." he said, his voice dropping. "i saw stuff online, photos of you guys together in italy."

i could feel the tension between us thicken as we talked about my current relationship.

my heart was heavy as i thought about the pictures of me and drew. i knew the paparazzi had been stalking us the entire trip, snapping photos every chance they got. it was uncomfortable to think about those pictures being shared without our consent. i took a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check.

"yeah, drew and i spent the past month in italy shooting a movie." i said, hoping to steer the conversation away from my romantic life.

he nodded once and let out a sigh before his deep brown eyes began to bore into mine. "you know he's cheating, right?"

i felt my heart drop at his words. "what?" i asked, my voice shaking slightly. "what are you talking about? how would you even know that?"

he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table again. "i'm a model, az. i have connections, people talk." he said, his voice still serious.

my mind was racing as i tried to process his words. could he really be telling the truth? was drew cheating on me? i couldn't believe it.

"proof? do you have any proof?" i asked shakily as my mind kept circling back to drew and odessa. 

he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "you think i'd come and say something like this without proof?" he said, raising a challenging eyebrow.

i clenched my teeth together as i waited for him to continue, my heart racing in a mix of anger and despair.

his eyes held mine as he spoke. "he's been seen with a girl named odessa in la. i've seen photos of them and last night at that bars i saw them with my own two eyes." he claimed.

"were they doing anything?" i questioned.

he shrugged. "they were just talking, but that's not the point. the point is that he's spending time with her when he's supposed to be spending time with you." he said firmly.

i felt a wave of frustration wash over me. i wanted to believe him, but i needed more evidence.

i looked in amo's hands as he held out his phone and sure enough there were photos of drew and odessa headed into a bar together, taken just last night when he told me he had gone to bed.

my heart sank as i looked at the photos. there was no denying that drew was with odessa. i felt a mix of anger and sadness wash over me as i looked up at amo.

"he told me he was going to bed..." i said, my voice quivering.

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a flicker of rage passed through his face, but he quickly composed himself. "he's lying to you." he said, his jaw clenching. "probably not the first time, either."

i felt my chest constrict as he said those words. drew had promised me that i could trust him. he had promised me that he wouldn't do anything like that to me.

"thanks for telling me." i said as i got up from the table. "i should get going."

he frowned, looking slightly surprised. "where are you going?" he asked, standing up with me.

"i have an errand to run." i said, trying to keep my voice steady. "an important errand."

he raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying my excuse. "you're going to see him, aren't you? you're going to confront him?"

i paused for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. "yes. i need to hear it from him. i want him to look me in the eyes and tell me the truth." i said, my voice firm.

he studied my face, as if he was trying to read my mind. "do you want me to go with you?" he asked, his voice low.

a part of me did want him to go with me, to have him by my side for moral support. but another part of me knew that it would only complicate things further.

"no, i need to do this alone." i said, not missing the flash of disappointment in his eyes.

he nodded once, his expression unreadable. "okay." he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

i started to turn away, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"your drink." was all that amo said.

"huh?" i said, confused. i looked down at the table and sure enough, my now lukewarm matcha was still sitting there. i had completely forgotten about it.

"oh, yeah. thanks." i said, picking it up. as i started to walk away, i turned to look at him once more. he was watching me intently, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and something else i couldn't quite identify.

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DREW'S HOME
los angeles, california
11:45am

my heart was racing as i stood in front of drew's home, steeling myself for the confrontation that lay ahead. i had been here countless times, but today the house seemed to take on a menacing aura.

taking a deep breath, i steadied myself before ringing the doorbell. moments later, the door creaked open and drew appeared in the doorway, looking surprised to see me.

"hey, babe. what are you doing here?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

i forced a smile, trying to act casual. "i just stopped by to talk about something. can i come in?"

he stepped aside, gesturing for me to come in. "sure, of course." he said, closing the door behind me as i walked inside.

the house was quiet, the only sound being the ticking of the clock hung on the wall.

i followed him into the living room, where he gestured for me to sit down on the couch. i sat down, my hands fidgeting nervously in my lap.

he sat down beside me, his eyes fixed on mine. "is everything alright?" he asked, his tone slightly apprehensive.

i took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "did you lie to me?" i said seriously.

he frowned, looking confused. "what do you mean?" he asked, his voice slightly defensive.

i could feel the anger building inside me, but i tried to keep it in check. "you told me you were going to bed last night. but i saw you at a bar with odessa." i stated pointedly.

drew's eyes widened in surprise as i mentioned seeing him at the bar with odessa. he sat there silently for a moment before finally speaking. "hold on, let me explain-"

i cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "explain what? that you've been lying to me?" my voice trembled slightly with rage.

he put his hands up in a placating gesture. "it's not like that, azaria. i wasn't-" he tried to explain.

but i wasn't having it. "spare me the excuses. i saw you with my own eyes, drew. how stupid do you think i am?" i snapped, my heart pounding in my chest. "am i crazy or didn't we already have a conversation like this? about you lying and sneaking around to see her?"

his expression hardened at my words. "i know it looks bad, but i promise there's nothing going on between us," he said firmly, trying to keep his voice steady.

i let out a bitter laugh. "oh please, you expect me to believe that? you expect me to believe that you were just hanging out with her at a bar last night and it was all innocent? if it was so innocent then you wouldn't have lied about it, drew!"

"i lied because i knew you'd react like this!" he retorted, finally snapping. he stood up from the couch, running a hand over his buzzed hair in frustration. "it wasn't like that, azaria. i swear."

i could see the pleading look in his eyes, but i was too hurt and angry to care. i stood up to face him, my fists clenched tightly at my sides. "so what was it like, then? why were you hanging out with her if it wasn't like that, drew?" i spat out.

he looked at me, his expression torn. "we were just talking, that's all!" he said.

i could feel the tears building in my eyes, but i refused to let them fall in front of him. "talking about what?" i demanded, crossing my arms across my chest.

he let out a heavy sigh, looking down at the floor. "she's been going through some stuff lately, okay? she just needed someone to talk to." he said quietly.

i felt a pang of jealousy and hurt at his words. "and it had to be you? you had to be the one she went to?" i asked, my voice cracking slightly.

he looked up at me, "you can't even do that! you were acting like a therapist on the phone with amo last month!"

i let out a bitter scoff. "so you use that as an excuse to hang out with her, at a bar, no less? and lie about it?!" my voice rose in volume as i spoke. "you know what, be her damn therapist or best friend for all i care. i'm done." i said as i began making my way to his front door.

he grabbed my arm, stopping me from walking away. "wait, azaria, please...just listen to me!" he pleaded, his eyes begging me to stay.

i yanked my arm away from his grasp. "you want me to listen? then start by being honest with me!" i shot back. "how am i supposed to trust you when you lie to me and go behind my back?"

he ran a hand through his hair again, looking frustrated with himself. "i messed up, alright? i shouldn't have lied about it. but i swear, nothing is going on between me and odessa." he said, his voice pleading.

but i wasn't convinced. "i don't believe you. i thought we were past all this, drew. i thought you were done sneaking around and lying to me." my voice was shaking with anger and hurt. "bye drew." i said before making my way to my car.

he followed me out of the house, his expression desperate. "azaria, wait! don't go!" he called out, jogging to catch up to me.

i ignored him, my mind made up. i wrenched the car door open before climbing behind the wheel.

driving away from drew's house, i felt a weight settle on my chest. i was angry, hurt, and above all, confused. i couldn't stop replaying the conversation in my mind, the way he had begged me to listen to him. but i was too deep in my own anger to want to hear anything he had to say.

i aimlessly started driving, not knowing where to go. but then suddenly the answer came to me.

amo's place.

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AMO'S HOME
los angeles, california
12:30pm

as i pulled into amo's driveway, i took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. my mind was still fuzzy from the confrontation with drew, and i felt a mix of anger and sadness swirling inside me.

i stepped out of the car, making my way to his front door and knocking softly.

after a few moments, the door opened, revealing amo. he looked surprised to see me standing there, but quickly composed himself. "azaria. what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice betraying no hint of emotion.

i swallowed hard, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "can i come in?" i asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

he regarded me silently for a moment, studying my face. i could see the concern in his eyes, even though he tried to hide it. "yeah, come in." he said, stepping aside to let me inside.

i walked into his house, feeling a wave of familiarity wash over me. i had been here before, so many times. but this time i felt a mix of trepidation and comfort at being in his home.

he led me to the living room, gesturing towards the couch. "sit down," he said quietly.

i sank down onto the couch, feeling the weight of my emotions settling on my shoulders. amo sat down beside me, leaving a few inches of space between us, but close enough for me to feel his presence.

he didn't say anything for a moment, just letting the silence stretch out between us. finally, he turned to look at me. "what happened?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"i confronted him...and i...i broke up with him." i choked out before the tears i had held in finally rolled down my cheeks.

his expression softened as i spoke, and he reached out to place a hand on my shoulder. "i'm sorry." he said quietly.

i sniffled, trying to get a hold of myself. "i just can't believe he lied to me like that..." my voice trembled as more tears streamed down my face.

he moved closer to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side. i leaned into him, seeking comfort in his embrace.

he held me silently, rubbing circles on my back as i cried. "it's okay," he murmured. "let it out."

we sat like that for a while, me sobbing into his chest while he held me firmly. in the moment, his touch was comforting, grounding me and anchoring me to the present.

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a/n

soo...big things just happened. did you all expect it? and how are we feeling?