"London is Calling Pt 3/?" Demi/Selena, M
Title: "London is Calling" Pt 3/?
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Demi/Selena
Rating: M
Words: ~2600
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, borrowing real people's personas based on my personal perceptions of them. Not intended for profit or offense.
Part one, please
Part two, please
listen and/or download: Embers and Envelopes - Mae
We write to apologize...
Miley feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. She flips it open to find that Demi has tweeted a new message about her struggles with her oatmeal. Miley giggles at first, but then closes her phone and looks out the glass window of the Starbucks distractedly. She needs to get home. To the privacy of her room. She needs to call Demi.
The flash of a paparazzi bulb blinds her back to the present and she busies herself with texting an encouraging response, continuing with the oatmeal metaphor. Miley knows that Demi’s mask is at risk of cracking soon. She won’t be back in LA for at least another week, and Miley is worried sick that the girl’s heartache will get the better of her. Worried that the sudden “sickness” she caught after the premiere will cause her to cancel shows, inciting gossip and rumors. Away from her family and friends, Demi will have to pick up the pieces herself every time they fall to the floor.
It’s not until a few days later that Miley and Demi both find time to curl up on their beds and attach their phones to their ears, in for hours of reconciliation and consolation and love and support. Demi admits to Miley that she was harboring doubt that Miley would be so willing to help her, after she basically manipulated her.
Miley scoffs hard at that notion.
“Girl, ain’t nothing you could do to me that would make me want to just dump you out of my life. You’re too good of person, a good soul. A bit of a trainwreck right now, yeah (Demi laughs lightly) but still, a caring and soulful person. A beautiful person."
They have countless conversations like that. Even though Demi usually calls with the intention of having Miley distract her, they always come back around to Selena and heartache.
Demi calls Miley before her Bamboozle concert, a nervous ball of pent up energy. “I’d usually call Sel before a big show like this…”
“I know darlin’, but since she refuses to pick up her damn phone, I’ll try an’ improvise for you.”
Miley imagines Demi smiling shyly into her phone as her voice drops low and hits a scratch as it comes from her throat, “Thanks.” She’s feeling unsure, Miley can tell instantly.
“You’re gonna do fantastic girl. Let loose up there, the fans would appreciate it.”
“This is nerve wracking - I doubt they even know who I am. “
“Hey, even if they don’t, they will after today, I promise you. You’ve got rockstar in you, honey. And as long as you rock out, they’ll feel you. They always do.”
“Why so wise, Master Cyrus?” Demi chuckles lightly.
“Girl, I just know you. I’m feeding you what you need. Don’t be ungrateful, now,” Miley’s voice admonishes with a snicker.
“Yeah, yeah…”
“And you know what? We’re very alike, you and me and Selena. We’ve had troubles and fights and heartbreaks before, but we’ve lived through them, and part of the reason is because of our work. We have goals, dreams. We can’t let any of that get away from us.”
It’s super early for Miley, and she wipes the sleep from her eyes as she watches her window for the first light of day. She can feel the loneliness through the phone, and she can clearly see the fresh tears begin to mist Demi’s eyes and her eyebrows furrow as she internally scolds herself for letting them escape.
Demi takes a deep breath and replies to Miley through her heavy sigh, “So you’re saying I need to drown myself in my work right now… but what good will that do, Miley?”
“No, hun, that’s not it. I’m saying you need to focus on Demi Lovato, the entertainer, right now. You’re away from home and your family - there’s not much support out there, and it’s useless to beat yourself up. Just focus on your job and then when you get home, I promise, I’m gonna help you sort this all out. You two were made for each other, I know it.”
Demi finally lets go and the sob she releases breaks Miley’s heart.
“I- I don’t know what else I can do, Miley. What else can I say to her besides, 'I’m sorry'?"
Miley stays quiet for a moment.
“Well… We can’t do much right now… but… I have an idea, I think.”
“Miley, you know I’d do anything to have her back.”
“Then, why not try writing her a letter? Like, not an email or any of this modern technology crap - but like, an old fashioned, ink and paper, real letter. It’s pretty rare to get those nowadays, she’d be tempted to open it up,” Miley finishes with a lilt.
“…Yeah, I can see what you mean. But, what should I say? Again, I mean, it’s gonna come down to, ‘I’m so sorry, I love you, please take me back.’”
“You’re gonna have to reach her somehow. She’s the practical type - if heart aching emotion isn’t working, you have to go with intellect. You haven’t told her exactly what happened. She’ll see it and understand and she can’t argue or twist your words to mean something they don’t. It’s in black and white.”
“Yeah, I guess. But, god, that’s gonna be so weird to write.”
“You have to push through, Demi. I think if you’re completely blunt and honest, she’ll respond better. Don’t try and euphemize it or dumb it down. That’d be disrespectful, I’d think.”
“Yeah. Sel would see right through that…” Miley hears muffled voices on the other line, and correctly guesses that the call is about to end.
“Miley, I have to go get ready. I’ll try and focus on the letter tonight. I’ll call you then.”
“All right darlin’, knock ‘em dead. I’ll be expecting rave reviews about your set. And remember, you’ll be back home in a few days.”
“Yeah, thanks Miles. Love you.”
“Love you, Demi. Bye.”
The call ends.
Miley sighs heavily and rubs her eyes. It’s ridiculous, the amount of drama in her life, when she’s not even in high school. She actually imagines high school would be easier than this. She blinks tiredly as the glow of orange dawn filters through her window to shine on her carpet. She’s got to fulfill her promise to Demi and start on a plan. But she needs help.
Miley runs through her contacts on her phone before hitting the call button and moves to lay on her stomach on her bed, waiting for Taylor to pick up.
~~~\
After a messed up day of shooting where one too many technical errors set the crew into hysterics and the weather wasn’t cooperating and Selena let her emotions get the best of her during a relatively subtle scene, the tired actress returned to her room to find a beige envelope resting on her pillow. She pauses for a moment after putting her bag down.
Reaching for the envelope, she stands stock still as her eyes run over the name of the sender. It seems like such a long time since Selena has seen Demi’s scribbly handwriting. It’s obvious that she took her time and wanted to look impressive when writing the addressee - very different from the scratchings on paper of her lyrics and poetry that she’s shown Selena over the years.
Despite herself, Selena’s mind immediately recalls Demi’s schedule - she should be back in LA now. She must have talked to her mother to get Selena’s address. Selena almost wishes she had told her mom about her and Demi, so that she could have a legitimate reason to tell her to ignore Demi’s attempts at contact.
She feels tempted to rip the envelope to shreds, and burn the pieces. But instead, she slides her finger roughly through the paste seal and extracts the letter, unfolding it and sitting down on her bed.
Her spine is painfully erect and her entire body tenses as she realizes what she is about to read. She cringes at the part where Demi describes what happened. She goes into sickeningly accurate detail, and even though she warned Selena that she would get graphic, Selena still looks away from the page when Demi’s words describe how she suddenly felt exhaustedly released after rocking her hips on top of Miley. Selena does not need this.
But Demi’s next words assure her that she does. That she wouldn’t believe anything else unless Demi revealed everything. Unless the detail was so great that Selena couldn’t possibly imagine anything worse.
Her eyes burn when she reads that Miley was the only one there to comfort Demi, the only one who could convince her to tell the truth to her girlfriend. She feels the shadows of regret and rage, remorse and repugnance. At Demi. At Miley. At herself.
As she puts the letter down and swipes away the tears from her eyes, she realizes that the only person she wants right now, needs, is Demi. But she is too stubborn to just give in and say, “it’s all right.” She needs to feel retribution for her broken heart. And nothing has satisfied her yet. She desperately wants to burn this bridge she is on. But it’s impossible. She has yet to cross to the other shore, and as she looks at Demi’s words, ”I love you, Selena”, she doesn’t know if she can even make it there.
Please consider all things trite
Forgiveness will be the thing that gets us by
I know to have something like this
Broken
Is hard to fix.
Embers, we’re burning bridges down.
Envelopes, stuffed with feelings found.
To write this down as means to reconcile.
~~~\
It’s later that night when Selena gets the call she’s been expecting since reading the words ”Dear Selena,”. Taylor has been calling her regularly, trying to get her to open up about her feelings. But all Selena has been able to say is that she feels nothing. The conversations end quickly and there’s a guilty tension in Selena every time she hangs up, but Taylor never wavers.
Tonight’s call sounds the same for the first few minutes, until Taylor mentions that she saw Demi yesterday. There’s a pause on the line, as if Taylor was expecting to get scolded for saying her name. Selena just gives a noncommittal sigh, looking intently at the hotel carpet and Taylor takes it as a cue to continue.
“She is such a wreck without you, Sel. It’s just awful. She’s trying to drown herself in her new record and the only person who could support her when she’s like this is thousands of miles away and not returning her calls.”
“Taylor… I don’t want to hurt her… but it’s too much for me right now, I don’t know what to think…” Selena sighs again. She curses herself. Sighing is all that she seems capable of recently. As if she is in constant need of releasing a breath she’s been holding, a weight she’s been carrying.
“Miley and I are trying, her family is trying, but you’re the only one who can save her. It’s only ever been you. She’s suffering so much, please, won’t you forgive her?” Her sweet voice is burdened with a sadness that Selena has gotten used to, but still resents.
“I can’t reconcile something like this over the phone.”
“Then write a freaking letter like Demi did! Pour everything into it, like she did! Get everything out and just release this grudge! You can’t just hide away from this!”
“I’m not hiding! I just - we’re both so busy, we can hardly keep ourselves sane as it is. I need to focus on my movie, I can’t act unprofessional, especially on a project outside of Disney. I’m just trying to take it a day at a time.”
“Demi is falling apart with each day, Selena. She is constantly calling Miley and staying over at her house and everything is just collapsing around her - she’s losing herself in this.”
A flip switches on inside Selena’s chest, making it tight and cold. It’s the first real emotion she’s experienced in awhile. Pure, unadulterated rage. Her voice cracks as it leaves her throat.
“Miley? Why is it always Miley? Why would she continue to be near her, after what happened?”
Taylor picks up on the change in tone, and worries she may have said the wrong thing.
“Selena, Miley is the closet friend she has right now, a friend who understands the pressures she is under and who knows what she needs to get motivated, to leave her bed in the mornings! You can’t be upset that she has turned to her, since you have made yourself off-limits.”
“Taylor, this is like a slap in the face! Why can’t Miley just stick to her own drama and leave us alone! It was her fault! All of this!”
“Selena, calm down, you sound ridiculous -“
“No Taylor, I can’t calm down. I’m still here, struggling everyday with what has happened, how my life has suddenly taken a turn for the worse, while Demi is back home with everyone! With Miley! I have no one here, Taylor!”
Selena stands quickly and takes deep breaths through her nose. She suddenly feels like she can’t breathe. She feels drops of water hit her hand and realizes that tears have overflowed and are cascading down her pale cheeks. She presses the phone closer to her ear and paces back and forth.
“Selena, I told you this in the hope you’d finally realize what you are doing to yourself, let alone Demi. Stop this. It’s in your hands -“
“I can’t Taylor! I just can’t! I can’t do anything now!” She’s nearly screaming, as loud as she dares while reminding herself of her surroundings. “She broke my heart Taylor. I can’t just say that it’s forgiven. Something needs to happen first.”
“Are you waiting for retribution? You want Demi to suffer for awhile before you give in?”
“Of course not! I don’t know what it is, but I need to wait for something! I just can’t do anything now!”
Taylor is fed up and screams at Selena.
“Selena Gomez, what in the world could you possibly be waiting for!?”
“I told you, I don’t know!”
Taylor asks in a quieter voice, “A sign? From God? What? What is it, Selena?”
Selena’s knees give underneath her and she falls to sit on the bed heavily.
“A sign… a sign that I’m not wrong in this. That I’m making the right decision in being with her. Everything in our lives is practically stacked against us from being together - there are so many obstacles. Maybe this whole thing was the sign that we were - we can never - never just be."
Several beats pass between the two. Selena’s phone is as close as possible to her ear, her knuckles white from the strain. When Taylor finally speaks, she sounds defeated.
“… Selena, I can’t tell you what to think, but I don’t think you should be looking for a sign that denies you love and affection. I don’t know what else to say.”
Selena clenches her jaw and doesn’t speak. Her body is still being shaken by soft sobs. Taylor sighs heavily, and Selena is sure she is dragging a hand roughly through her blonde curls.
“I’m here when you wanna talk. I love you Sel. Goodnight.”
The line goes silent, and Selena is left with her sobs, which grow in intensity quickly. She lies back and curls into herself. The room has never felt colder, but she can’t make herself stand to adjust the temperature. She doubts it would make much difference regardless.
~to be continued~
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Demi/Selena
Rating: M
Words: ~2600
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, borrowing real people's personas based on my personal perceptions of them. Not intended for profit or offense.
Part one, please
Part two, please
listen and/or download: Embers and Envelopes - Mae
We write to apologize...
Miley feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. She flips it open to find that Demi has tweeted a new message about her struggles with her oatmeal. Miley giggles at first, but then closes her phone and looks out the glass window of the Starbucks distractedly. She needs to get home. To the privacy of her room. She needs to call Demi.
The flash of a paparazzi bulb blinds her back to the present and she busies herself with texting an encouraging response, continuing with the oatmeal metaphor. Miley knows that Demi’s mask is at risk of cracking soon. She won’t be back in LA for at least another week, and Miley is worried sick that the girl’s heartache will get the better of her. Worried that the sudden “sickness” she caught after the premiere will cause her to cancel shows, inciting gossip and rumors. Away from her family and friends, Demi will have to pick up the pieces herself every time they fall to the floor.
It’s not until a few days later that Miley and Demi both find time to curl up on their beds and attach their phones to their ears, in for hours of reconciliation and consolation and love and support. Demi admits to Miley that she was harboring doubt that Miley would be so willing to help her, after she basically manipulated her.
Miley scoffs hard at that notion.
“Girl, ain’t nothing you could do to me that would make me want to just dump you out of my life. You’re too good of person, a good soul. A bit of a trainwreck right now, yeah (Demi laughs lightly) but still, a caring and soulful person. A beautiful person."
They have countless conversations like that. Even though Demi usually calls with the intention of having Miley distract her, they always come back around to Selena and heartache.
Demi calls Miley before her Bamboozle concert, a nervous ball of pent up energy. “I’d usually call Sel before a big show like this…”
“I know darlin’, but since she refuses to pick up her damn phone, I’ll try an’ improvise for you.”
Miley imagines Demi smiling shyly into her phone as her voice drops low and hits a scratch as it comes from her throat, “Thanks.” She’s feeling unsure, Miley can tell instantly.
“You’re gonna do fantastic girl. Let loose up there, the fans would appreciate it.”
“This is nerve wracking - I doubt they even know who I am. “
“Hey, even if they don’t, they will after today, I promise you. You’ve got rockstar in you, honey. And as long as you rock out, they’ll feel you. They always do.”
“Why so wise, Master Cyrus?” Demi chuckles lightly.
“Girl, I just know you. I’m feeding you what you need. Don’t be ungrateful, now,” Miley’s voice admonishes with a snicker.
“Yeah, yeah…”
“And you know what? We’re very alike, you and me and Selena. We’ve had troubles and fights and heartbreaks before, but we’ve lived through them, and part of the reason is because of our work. We have goals, dreams. We can’t let any of that get away from us.”
It’s super early for Miley, and she wipes the sleep from her eyes as she watches her window for the first light of day. She can feel the loneliness through the phone, and she can clearly see the fresh tears begin to mist Demi’s eyes and her eyebrows furrow as she internally scolds herself for letting them escape.
Demi takes a deep breath and replies to Miley through her heavy sigh, “So you’re saying I need to drown myself in my work right now… but what good will that do, Miley?”
“No, hun, that’s not it. I’m saying you need to focus on Demi Lovato, the entertainer, right now. You’re away from home and your family - there’s not much support out there, and it’s useless to beat yourself up. Just focus on your job and then when you get home, I promise, I’m gonna help you sort this all out. You two were made for each other, I know it.”
Demi finally lets go and the sob she releases breaks Miley’s heart.
“I- I don’t know what else I can do, Miley. What else can I say to her besides, 'I’m sorry'?"
Miley stays quiet for a moment.
“Well… We can’t do much right now… but… I have an idea, I think.”
“Miley, you know I’d do anything to have her back.”
“Then, why not try writing her a letter? Like, not an email or any of this modern technology crap - but like, an old fashioned, ink and paper, real letter. It’s pretty rare to get those nowadays, she’d be tempted to open it up,” Miley finishes with a lilt.
“…Yeah, I can see what you mean. But, what should I say? Again, I mean, it’s gonna come down to, ‘I’m so sorry, I love you, please take me back.’”
“You’re gonna have to reach her somehow. She’s the practical type - if heart aching emotion isn’t working, you have to go with intellect. You haven’t told her exactly what happened. She’ll see it and understand and she can’t argue or twist your words to mean something they don’t. It’s in black and white.”
“Yeah, I guess. But, god, that’s gonna be so weird to write.”
“You have to push through, Demi. I think if you’re completely blunt and honest, she’ll respond better. Don’t try and euphemize it or dumb it down. That’d be disrespectful, I’d think.”
“Yeah. Sel would see right through that…” Miley hears muffled voices on the other line, and correctly guesses that the call is about to end.
“Miley, I have to go get ready. I’ll try and focus on the letter tonight. I’ll call you then.”
“All right darlin’, knock ‘em dead. I’ll be expecting rave reviews about your set. And remember, you’ll be back home in a few days.”
“Yeah, thanks Miles. Love you.”
“Love you, Demi. Bye.”
The call ends.
Miley sighs heavily and rubs her eyes. It’s ridiculous, the amount of drama in her life, when she’s not even in high school. She actually imagines high school would be easier than this. She blinks tiredly as the glow of orange dawn filters through her window to shine on her carpet. She’s got to fulfill her promise to Demi and start on a plan. But she needs help.
Miley runs through her contacts on her phone before hitting the call button and moves to lay on her stomach on her bed, waiting for Taylor to pick up.
~~~\
After a messed up day of shooting where one too many technical errors set the crew into hysterics and the weather wasn’t cooperating and Selena let her emotions get the best of her during a relatively subtle scene, the tired actress returned to her room to find a beige envelope resting on her pillow. She pauses for a moment after putting her bag down.
Reaching for the envelope, she stands stock still as her eyes run over the name of the sender. It seems like such a long time since Selena has seen Demi’s scribbly handwriting. It’s obvious that she took her time and wanted to look impressive when writing the addressee - very different from the scratchings on paper of her lyrics and poetry that she’s shown Selena over the years.
Despite herself, Selena’s mind immediately recalls Demi’s schedule - she should be back in LA now. She must have talked to her mother to get Selena’s address. Selena almost wishes she had told her mom about her and Demi, so that she could have a legitimate reason to tell her to ignore Demi’s attempts at contact.
She feels tempted to rip the envelope to shreds, and burn the pieces. But instead, she slides her finger roughly through the paste seal and extracts the letter, unfolding it and sitting down on her bed.
Her spine is painfully erect and her entire body tenses as she realizes what she is about to read. She cringes at the part where Demi describes what happened. She goes into sickeningly accurate detail, and even though she warned Selena that she would get graphic, Selena still looks away from the page when Demi’s words describe how she suddenly felt exhaustedly released after rocking her hips on top of Miley. Selena does not need this.
But Demi’s next words assure her that she does. That she wouldn’t believe anything else unless Demi revealed everything. Unless the detail was so great that Selena couldn’t possibly imagine anything worse.
Her eyes burn when she reads that Miley was the only one there to comfort Demi, the only one who could convince her to tell the truth to her girlfriend. She feels the shadows of regret and rage, remorse and repugnance. At Demi. At Miley. At herself.
As she puts the letter down and swipes away the tears from her eyes, she realizes that the only person she wants right now, needs, is Demi. But she is too stubborn to just give in and say, “it’s all right.” She needs to feel retribution for her broken heart. And nothing has satisfied her yet. She desperately wants to burn this bridge she is on. But it’s impossible. She has yet to cross to the other shore, and as she looks at Demi’s words, ”I love you, Selena”, she doesn’t know if she can even make it there.
Please consider all things trite
Forgiveness will be the thing that gets us by
I know to have something like this
Broken
Is hard to fix.
Embers, we’re burning bridges down.
Envelopes, stuffed with feelings found.
To write this down as means to reconcile.
~~~\
It’s later that night when Selena gets the call she’s been expecting since reading the words ”Dear Selena,”. Taylor has been calling her regularly, trying to get her to open up about her feelings. But all Selena has been able to say is that she feels nothing. The conversations end quickly and there’s a guilty tension in Selena every time she hangs up, but Taylor never wavers.
Tonight’s call sounds the same for the first few minutes, until Taylor mentions that she saw Demi yesterday. There’s a pause on the line, as if Taylor was expecting to get scolded for saying her name. Selena just gives a noncommittal sigh, looking intently at the hotel carpet and Taylor takes it as a cue to continue.
“She is such a wreck without you, Sel. It’s just awful. She’s trying to drown herself in her new record and the only person who could support her when she’s like this is thousands of miles away and not returning her calls.”
“Taylor… I don’t want to hurt her… but it’s too much for me right now, I don’t know what to think…” Selena sighs again. She curses herself. Sighing is all that she seems capable of recently. As if she is in constant need of releasing a breath she’s been holding, a weight she’s been carrying.
“Miley and I are trying, her family is trying, but you’re the only one who can save her. It’s only ever been you. She’s suffering so much, please, won’t you forgive her?” Her sweet voice is burdened with a sadness that Selena has gotten used to, but still resents.
“I can’t reconcile something like this over the phone.”
“Then write a freaking letter like Demi did! Pour everything into it, like she did! Get everything out and just release this grudge! You can’t just hide away from this!”
“I’m not hiding! I just - we’re both so busy, we can hardly keep ourselves sane as it is. I need to focus on my movie, I can’t act unprofessional, especially on a project outside of Disney. I’m just trying to take it a day at a time.”
“Demi is falling apart with each day, Selena. She is constantly calling Miley and staying over at her house and everything is just collapsing around her - she’s losing herself in this.”
A flip switches on inside Selena’s chest, making it tight and cold. It’s the first real emotion she’s experienced in awhile. Pure, unadulterated rage. Her voice cracks as it leaves her throat.
“Miley? Why is it always Miley? Why would she continue to be near her, after what happened?”
Taylor picks up on the change in tone, and worries she may have said the wrong thing.
“Selena, Miley is the closet friend she has right now, a friend who understands the pressures she is under and who knows what she needs to get motivated, to leave her bed in the mornings! You can’t be upset that she has turned to her, since you have made yourself off-limits.”
“Taylor, this is like a slap in the face! Why can’t Miley just stick to her own drama and leave us alone! It was her fault! All of this!”
“Selena, calm down, you sound ridiculous -“
“No Taylor, I can’t calm down. I’m still here, struggling everyday with what has happened, how my life has suddenly taken a turn for the worse, while Demi is back home with everyone! With Miley! I have no one here, Taylor!”
Selena stands quickly and takes deep breaths through her nose. She suddenly feels like she can’t breathe. She feels drops of water hit her hand and realizes that tears have overflowed and are cascading down her pale cheeks. She presses the phone closer to her ear and paces back and forth.
“Selena, I told you this in the hope you’d finally realize what you are doing to yourself, let alone Demi. Stop this. It’s in your hands -“
“I can’t Taylor! I just can’t! I can’t do anything now!” She’s nearly screaming, as loud as she dares while reminding herself of her surroundings. “She broke my heart Taylor. I can’t just say that it’s forgiven. Something needs to happen first.”
“Are you waiting for retribution? You want Demi to suffer for awhile before you give in?”
“Of course not! I don’t know what it is, but I need to wait for something! I just can’t do anything now!”
Taylor is fed up and screams at Selena.
“Selena Gomez, what in the world could you possibly be waiting for!?”
“I told you, I don’t know!”
Taylor asks in a quieter voice, “A sign? From God? What? What is it, Selena?”
Selena’s knees give underneath her and she falls to sit on the bed heavily.
“A sign… a sign that I’m not wrong in this. That I’m making the right decision in being with her. Everything in our lives is practically stacked against us from being together - there are so many obstacles. Maybe this whole thing was the sign that we were - we can never - never just be."
Several beats pass between the two. Selena’s phone is as close as possible to her ear, her knuckles white from the strain. When Taylor finally speaks, she sounds defeated.
“… Selena, I can’t tell you what to think, but I don’t think you should be looking for a sign that denies you love and affection. I don’t know what else to say.”
Selena clenches her jaw and doesn’t speak. Her body is still being shaken by soft sobs. Taylor sighs heavily, and Selena is sure she is dragging a hand roughly through her blonde curls.
“I’m here when you wanna talk. I love you Sel. Goodnight.”
The line goes silent, and Selena is left with her sobs, which grow in intensity quickly. She lies back and curls into herself. The room has never felt colder, but she can’t make herself stand to adjust the temperature. She doubts it would make much difference regardless.
~to be continued~