#gracland

Wants to have an open conversation.... but only in dms

the  harsh  commands,    aggressive  stares,    and  violent  verbal  outbursts.    she  couldn’t  do  it  anymore    –    she  couldn’t  sit  still  and  play  the  perfect  wife,    not  when  she  was  crumbling  beneath  the  facade.    red  carpet  events  and  premiers,    with  her  knuckles  turning  white  against  the  fabric  of  her  designer dresses.    she  had  told  him  tonight    –    that  she  didn’t  love  him  anymore.    and she  knows  that  he  doesn’t  love  her  anymore  either,    it’s  only  possessiveness  that  he yearns for, fueling his rage.    fearing the loss  of  control more than the loss of her.    she  took  the  keys  to  his  benz  and  left    –    rain  soaked  and  shivering  on  felix's  doorstep at midnight.    ❛  hey. i'm - i'm sorry if i woke you.  ❜

manicured fingers trembled against the doorknob. it had been weeks since she'd seen him — weeks since their name had become nothing but a headline, a scandal. weeks since she'd lost her role in the upcoming tangled live action. barely even recognized herself anymore. the girl in the mirror wasn't the same who had walked into that audition room months ago, glowing with excitement. that girl had dreams, a future. now, all she had was sleepless nights, puffy eyes and a phone full of messages she didn't want to read. the knock on the door came again, softer this time. she squeezes her eyes shut for a second before pulling the wooden surface open. " hey, " forces a small smile onto her lips at the sight of him, stepping aside to let him in. even if being around him wasn't what her team wanted. she could hear their voices in her head. you need to distance yourself from him, we can rebuild your image, but only if you cooperate. " sorry i haven't called back. "

❝ please don't cry. ❞ a plea -- unable to look at them ; the last thing he wanted was to see them in tears. ❝ you know that there hasn't been one single day where i haven't loved you , right ? i've loved you . . . god , i've loved you since i was old enough to know what love was. ❞ they'd taught him how to love , been the blueprint for how he loved , even if they didn't know it. how could he even explain being engaged to someone else ? he didn't have an answer , other than that it had gotten complicated.

"as cute as this... little movie you're working on is, i do have actual work i need to get done today." jack wasn't trying to sound condescending, but friday night frenzy's schedule waited for no one. you were either on track, or you weren't — and she was too new to be running behind. she had too much at stake. "unless you want to sit quietly while i pitch a bunch of half-baked ideas at you, you need to find someone else to interview."

stefi's eyes roamed their unclothed frame, hands fiddling with her own robe, tightening the already knotted belt. she felt restless this early morning. she needed to be kept busy before she crumbled into thin air, and if offering herself on a silver platter was a way to be useful, then so be it. "don't you want your good luck kisses before you get dressed?"

"you're an asshole. you know that, don't you?"