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           on this COLD morning up in the mountains, she hadn’t only made a DECISION for herself, but also for the englishman and the innocent little life growing inside of her. she couldn’t have known about the CONSEQUENCES of her actions, couldn’t have predicted what was going to happen, and only shortly after she had left her beloved alone, she had began to regret it. after hours of walking, ACHING legs carried her back to the place she had previously abandoned  ——  only to find that it was empty.

           days, weeks, MONTHS passed by in the blink of an eye, and when she finally got to look at the little bundle of love for the first time, GAZING into those beautifully smiling eyes, v.on hamm.ersmark knew that she had made the right decision. and even if there was no father to share it with, her LOVE for the little girl was unconditional. endless. and she knew that she had never loved anyone as much as she loved her daughter. a love she didn’t know she was capable of.

                                                     (  . . .  )  

            SLENDER digits brush along the stack of paper in her hand, mind focusing on the lines written down on the MANY pages of text, in an attempt to memorise them. words are being whispered into the quietness of the room, expressions practiced with herself only, until  ——   a familiar, yet UNEXPECTED sound causes her to jump and remove her eyes from her character’s dialogue. the doorbell.

           a VOICE, octaves higher  (  and more excited than bridget’s  )  replies to her when little feet dash towards the door; opening it before the actress can prevent it. BRIGHT blue eyes gaze at the stranger with a sweet smile much like her mother’s. before their visitor is able to answer the girl’s request of introducing himself, however, bridget appears behind her.

            “ darling, was habe ich dir zum thema türen öffnen gesagt ? lass das mami —— , “ and after so many years, her HEART skips a beat when it’s his face that she sees. for a moment she can’t help but simply stare at him, too many thoughts and questions running through her occupied mind. she’s both glad and nervous to see him, and can’t keep herself from wondering why.

                 charlie had thought going out tonight would be maybe a nice change.   after months of pestering,   she finally agreed to go on a date with a guy she met at a party   ONCE.   however,   once they got to the theatre,   charlie realizes she’s made a mistake.   he won’t stop talking through the movie,   he’s texting other girls,   his phone isn’t on silent.   after twenty minutes of this,   charlie’s clearly annoyed.   she asks him to step outside with her and it does nothing but result in an argument and him storming off.   frustrated and upset,   she decides to return to the movie.   at least it wasn’t too awful.

                afterwards,   charlie realizes he’s waiting for her in the parking lot,   leaning against his shitty car with a cigarette hanging from his mouth.   approaching her far too quickly than she’s comfortable with,   french profanities shout from his mouth.   she’s silent at first   ——   that is,   of course,   until he calls her a   ‘pute pas cher.’   the behaviour is uncalled for,   vile,   and not how she wanted this night to end. 

1.  Sing Sing Sing — Benny Goodman

2.  The White Cliffs Of Dover — Vera Lynn

3.  Glory And Gore — Lorde

4.  White Flag — Bishop Briggs

5.  Way Down We Go — Kaleo