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ARMIE
There’s calming, energizing silence. The one you crave at noon, once you’re done with people and whatever they want from your time. Then there’s the haunting silence, the one you thought you were craving until you knew better.
Armie was not looking for this; the silence replacing his kids. There’s no Harper and her giggles, or Ford and his antics. Not until the next weekend.
“Any update?” Armie exhaled to the phone. “Deals?”
“Uh, no. Not really.”
Armie frowned. His agent must be joking.
“Oh, come on. From tons auditions we did? I must be signing something now.”
“Armie,”
Something in that tone made Armie rolled his eyes.
“You are...going through a hard time. I think it’s totally fine to take a break.”
“I don’t need a break! I’m having too much break!” Armie exploded. “A break is my daily job now, are you kidding me? I need a distraction from this 'break' more than anything,”
“And a job is not a distraction. I’ll keep you updated, OK? Seriously, do a hobby. Go somewhere.”
Unbelievable. Now suddenly those studios didn’t want some drama to help boost their movies? A divorce should do it, no? But two minutes later, Armie felt disgusted with himself. Maybe he did need some break.
And two minutes later, his phone was beeping. Armie read the brief message, and he’s afraid that he had started to hope for something he really shouldn’t be.
But was that even something new? This hope was his wildest fantasy for years.
From: Timmy
I’m sorry, Armie. Hoping the best for you and El.