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Rubbing her eyes, Manon attempted to maintain her focus on the set in front of her, but to say the action had assisted her in any way, shape, or form, would be a harsh lie. It was a small attempt on her part, one that couldn't quite help the exhaustion her body had felt that day. The girl felt as though her energy was continually draining from her, her muscles giving in to gravity, her fatigued state slowly but deliberately draining her life. The scene in front of her seemed to move in a dragged pace, submerging into a hazy fuzz that consisted of her vision.

No, she absolutely did not regret her late-night walk with Timothée. It was one of the best nights of her life, but she simply couldn't deny the fact that all she desperately needed at that moment was some sleep. She preferred to keep her sleeping schedule healthy, for when she lacked sleep, she became a person that she never wanted to be. 

Whenever she went through a sleepless night, her muscles would be tense the following day, her fists would stay firmly by her side and an inability to think clearly would wash over her. She would become the polar opposite of who she aspired to be. 

Though lacking sleep since her arrival in Italy, she seemed to remain her normal self. She guessed it must have been Timothée's effect on her, but the adrenaline seemed to be wearing off, and her mishaps were slowly catching up with her. 

So when the boy emerged from the depths of his trailer alongside his female co-star, it wasn't a surprise that Manon's leg began involuntarily bouncing up and down. Usually, seeing the female co-star, who played one of Elio's love interests, didn't particularly bother Manon. She was used to seeing Timothée make out with people on the daily, knowing it was nothing but acting. Yet combined with exhaustion, the red-headed rebel was a ticking bomb, filled with discomfort, irritation, and frustration. 

The curly boy soon pulled the actress for a kiss, and the girl sitting behind the camera couldn't help but feel her brows furrow in frustration. Her fingers curled tightly around the pen she held in her hand, her jaws suddenly clenched, her eyes twitched at the sight, her cheeks flushed red as if her body was steaming. It was as if a feeling she couldn't quite explain burned its way through her. 

She hadn't experienced it often, only back when the two were teenagers and Timothée would occasionally talk to another girl during one of their adventures. It always bothered her, but she never did anything about it. For he was handsome and approachable, and she would be a fool to not understand why girls oftentimes approached him. Perhaps it was because she feared he would leave her behind, in more ways than one, that she felt so angry. And not at him, but at herself. 

"Enjoying the sight, I see"? Armie's voice rang out as he walked over to Manon, watching her as she stared at the scene in front of her, seeming to be focused on the boy he knew so well specifically. He wondered if she intended it to be as obvious as it was, or if perhaps, she was completely oblivious to her actions. 

"Huh"? The girl shook her head and straightened her back, signaling to the blond, that she was in fact, oblivious to it all. He sat down on the large rock the girl had turned into her domain for the day, joining her company "I'm just writing in my journal" Manon responded protectively, releasing her grip from her pen just enough to stop her hand from feeling the pain of holding it tightly. 

"Do you use some kind of black magic I don't know of"? Armie questioned, pointing his finger to the journal resting on the girl's thighs. Manon raised her eyebrows and looked down at her journal, only to be met with a blank set of pages. 

The girl immediately felt the heat rise to her cheeks, knowing that her cheeks would become as red as a tomato in an instance. She looked away from Armie, acknowledging that she was caught staring without an excuse, and feeling unprepared to have a conversation with him about it.

"I may be annoying, but I'm not your enemy, Manon. I love Timmy, but that doesn't mean I'll rat anything out to him" Armie confessed as he rested a hand on the girl's shoulder supportively, wanting the awkward tension and passion between the duo to finally come to an end. It didn't seem like either of them were making any advances, and he felt the need to give the two a push.

Manon averted her gaze back to him upon hearing his words. She stared into his eyes, her expression blank, almost as if she was reading him, attempting to figure out whether he was sincere or not, and attempting to reign control of her anger. They stayed that way for a moment, Armie feeling the nervousness build up within him, and Manon studying his face silently, before Manon finally pushed her head back, slouched her back and let out a sigh that seemed to have been kept inside for what seemed like an eternity, signaling to Armie, that her walls, or at least the first few, were officially down. 

"It's that easy to see, huh"? The girl mumbled before Armie could beat her to it, unable to truly put a definition to what she felt, and fearing of the blond doing it for her. Acknowledging her feelings to someone other than herself felt surreal, perhaps because she herself believed nothing would ever come out of it, and predicted that keeping it hidden deep within her would be the course of which things would take. 

"Unfortunately for you" Armie's mouth spread into a wide green, teasing the girl as he bumped her shoulder with his "Look, I just want Tim to be happy" The smile faded away as quickly as it came. The blond looked down at his dangling feet, thinking of the boy he cared about so deeply, knowing that Manon had the option to make him incredibly happy. 

"How noble of you" Manon commented, feeling an eye roll build up within her, but deciding against it, knowing it was her sleep-deprived self that was attempting to break through her system. She trusted Armie, but couldn't help but still feel self-conscious about opening up to him and deciding to stay wary of the situation. Though Timothée had witnessed her without any efficient defenses, it was a very rare sight. Not many people saw her without her masks, and she had a difficult time opening up to people. 

"Happy with you" Armie continued his words, giving the girl a slight push. The girl gave him a look of uncertainty, before averting her attention to Timothée, who was in the midst of a scene. Manon gazed at him, realizing how much she wanted his attention to be directed towards her. 

She wanted him to smile for her, to smile because of her. She wanted to bring joy to him, just as he had brought joy to her by teaching her how to find beauty in the cruel world she lived in. She wanted him to touch her with his gentle hands, knowing that if he did, her body would be reborn into its most perfect form. With him, she found her open wounds sealing and drifting away from her. All her life she felt isolated, but with him, she felt nothing but. 

"But Timothee doesn't feel the same way" Manon's heart ached upon letting the words come out as she let out a heavy sigh and looked back at Armie, admitting not only to him but to herself, that things were never as simple as she wished them to be.

"Keep telling yourself that".

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