— Another Priscilla ⊹ ࣪˖ 📓
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- ✧ Elvis Presley sat in his dressing room, the faint hum of the crowd outside still echoing in his ears. The show was over but the adrenaline still buzzed through him. He leaned back in his chair looking at his reflection in the mirror. The King of Rock 'n' Roll, they called him. But tonight he felt more like a man adrift.It had been years since Priscilla. Years since she had left a mark on his heart that he couldn't shake no matter how many crowds he performed for no matter how many adoring fans screamed his name. Sometimes he’d close his eyes and see her again—the young, innocent girl who had captivated him with those wide eyes full of wonder. She’d been so young, so pure and yet so mature for her age. There had been something unexplainable about her.
As he sat there, lost in thought the door to the dressing room creaked open. His manager Colonel Parker, poked his head in. "Elvis, there’s someone here who’d like to meet you," he said with a grin. Before Elvis could reply a girl walked in—barely more than a teenager. She had a quiet shyness about her, and when she looked up, her eyes sparkled with an innocence that hit Elvis like a freight train. His heart skipped a beat. She reminded him of Priscilla—the way she carried herself the way her dark hair framed her delicate face. “Hi,” she said softly, barely audible over the noise from the hallway. Elvis swallowed, standing up. “Hi there, darlin’. What’s your name?”
“A/N,” she replied, her voice trembling just slightly. Something stirred in him. As they spoke, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the first time he’d met Priscilla. There was something about A/N’s gaze the way she looked at him like he was something extraordinary, something out of reach. It was how Priscilla had looked at him all those years ago, with that same blend of awe and curiosity.Elvis found himself wanting to protect her, wanting to be the man she saw in him. Yet at the same time he felt a pang of guilt deep in his chest. She was young—too young, just like Priscilla had been. He knew where this road could lead the complications, the heartbreak. But he couldn't help the pull he felt toward her as if fate was repeating itself.They talked for what felt like hours, the noise of the world outside fading away. She was sweet innocent but had an old soul, just like Priscilla. Elvis found himself telling her stories, ones he hadn’t shared in a long time about his early days, about his music about the price of fame.
As the conversation flowed his mind drifted. Sometimes, in the dim light of the dressing room, he swore he saw Priscilla’s face instead of A/N’s. He shook his head trying to clear the memories that flooded his mind. It wasn’t fair—not to A/N not to him. But the past had a way of haunting him, no matter how far he tried to run from it.A/N left that night and Elvis found himself staring at the door long after it had closed behind her. He knew he had to be careful to keep the boundaries clear. But he also knew deep down, that he couldn’t help but be drawn to the innocence she radiated, just like Priscilla had once done. In the days that followed, they saw each other again at concerts backstage, at quiet dinners in his suite. The more they talked the more Elvis realized that A/N wasn’t Priscilla. She was her own person with her own dreams and desires. But sometimes, late at night when the world was quiet, he would catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye and for a fleeting second he would swear it was Priscilla standing there looking at him with those wide, wondering eyes.
And that’s when he realized—he wasn’t just chasing after A/N. He was chasing after a ghost. A memory of a love that had never quite left him.
But could he let go of the past to truly see A/N for who she was? Or was he forever bound to the shadow of Priscilla, the girl who had stolen his heart all those years ago?
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