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As soon as Sebastian got home he felt himself fall apart from the inside. He hated that he was comparing the pain to how he felt when he lost Dalila but he couldn’t help it. This hurt so much. It wasn’t like you weren’t lying to him on purpose. But he wondered if you were ever going to bring it up or keep it a secret forever.
He walked into his bedroom and looked at the picture on his bedside table. Scoffing, he walked over to it and opened the drawer in the bedside table, tossing it inside with the old picture of Dalila and her engagement ring.
Sebastian walked into his bathroom, flipped on the lights and stared at himself in the mirror. His face and eyes were red, cheeks splotchy. He felt himself well up again but he shut his eyes tight, keeping the tears from falling and creating new trails on his face.
His cell phone buzzed in his pocket and at first he thought it was a text message but it kept buzzing anyway. He took it out and noticed that it was a call from his agent. He cleared his throat before answering and was all ears when his agent began to talk.
“Remember your audition for that action movie a while? You booked it, Sebastian!” She exclaimed. “But they want you in Atlanta by Friday. I know you just landed back in New York and you probably want to see your friends and family, especially your girlfriend, but they really want you there.”
“It’s fine. I haven’t even unpacked,” he replied. “I can make it out Friday.”
It was silent on the other line making Sebastian believe that the call had ended or had been cut off. But his agent cleared her throat softly and asked the dreaded question. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?” He answered a bit too fast.
“You sound…”
“I think I’m coming down with something,” he lied. “You know that airplane air isn’t the cleanest.”
His agent hummed but let it slide. She let him know that she would email him his flight information tomorrow morning and to get some much needed rest. After he hung up, he sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He was going to drown himself in work. That’s what he was going to do. All he would have time for was work. He was back on the grind and he didn’t want to fall off. Starting Friday, Sebastian would be working harder than he had ever worked before and he was determined to get you out of his mind no matter how much it took.
You hopped out of the cab and quickly paid your fare before running to the place Sebastian took you to for late breakfast once. The door bell rang as soon as you walked in and you looked around for the familiar warm face.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, my God,” you squeaked, losing feeling in your legs. “Winnie! I didn’t think I’d find you here this late!”
“I’m here 24/7, darling. Now tell me what’s wrong. You look a mess. Is everything okay? Is Sebastian alright?”
Your bottom lip quivered and Winnie sighed. She knew in her heart that Sebastian was fine but there was something else going on if you had to come in looking for her. She grabbed your arm softly, like a mother would, and walked you to a booth. She flagged down another waitress and held up two fingers and mouthed the word “coffee.”
Winnie took a seat in front of you and held your hands that were set on top of the table. She searched for your eyes but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at her. She knew Dalila like Sebastian knew her and you weren’t sure if she would react the same way he did.
“Now will you tell me what’s wrong? I’m starting to get worried.”
“Sebastian. He-I-We… Winnie, I feel like such a bad person.”
“Well, what did you do?”
“Nothing!” You looked up at her with sad eyes. “I mean, I don’t think it’s anything bad. He just got really upset that I knew Dalila died. Well… I watched her die.”
Winnie gasped, “What do you mean you watched her die?”
Your eyes welled up again and you bottom lip quivered. You didn’t want to cry again but the pain in your chest wasn’t helping. This is what a broken heart feels like, you thought to yourself. You had been there before but this was different. It felt so real but also like you were in a dream.
You told Winnie the story and she listened very carefully, not judging you at all for not telling him. You told her that you knew Sebastian was barely starting to become himself again and you didn’t want to ruin that progress by telling him what you knew—or saw, in this case. It was completely selfish, you added but you didn’t want to hurt him again.
“But I ended up doing so by not saying anything.”
“Sebastian is a smart cookie. The second I met him he was holding this beautiful conversation with me and I thought, ‘I wished I was as half as smart as he was at that age.’ You weren’t going to fool him for very long, (Y/N). He was going to figure it out sooner than later.”
“I just don’t know what to do,” you exhaled, running a hand through your hair.
The waitress came over with two steaming hot mugs of coffee and dumped a handful of creamers onto the table. You and Winnie thanked her, watching her walk away and picking up the conversation.
“I wanted to explain to him but he said it wasn’t a good idea to do so and he just… left.”
“Have you tried calling him?”
“Winnie, he’s not going to answer me.”
Winnie hummed and grabbed a creamer, peeling back the seal and dumping the milk into her mug. She grabbed her spoon and slowly swirled the two together. You watched her and started to feel a bit relaxed. At least she was willing to listen.
“Maybe this isn’t the best advice I’ve ever given,” Winnie started. “But maybe you should give him some space. He’ll come around. I know it’s hard but one thing I have learned about Sebastian is that he’s very stubborn. Let him go off and do his thing. Let Sebastian think this through.”
You looked into your mug at the black coffee and bit down on your lip. Maybe WInnie was right. You’d have to let Sebastian sit in it for a while and let him go. He’d eventually come around. You at least hoped he would.
Winnie reached out and grabbed your hand again, squeezing it tightly. “The more you think about it, the worse you’ll feel. Find something you loved doing and do it a million times harder than before. Throw yourself in it and get lost. It’ll make you feel better.”
You nodded.
“I’m always here. You’re a beautiful person inside and out, I could see that the second Sebastian brought you in here. Fate will bring you back together, I know it.”