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Empty Streets

{Y/N}

I am walking down the streets, some lights flicker.
Some people might get scared or uncomfortable but i rlly like it. The fresh, clean evening air lets my hair fly around and the darkness allows me to lipsync my favourite songs lyrics without feeling judged.

Turning around the corner I see a bar being filled with people and light. I wonder myself; isn't everything closed today? Slowly i walk towards the door of the bar. Maybe I will get in and see if i can get a drink, it would definitely make this night a even better one. But, I haven't even managed to pull the door open, it swings open itself.
The door hits me right into my face and for a second I lose myself. The voice and its owner wake me up immediately. The woman who pushed the door into my face was crying and screaming. The voice was very familiar. As soon as i opened my eyes I saw no one else than Sarah Paulson.
Still crying she now looked at me as well and began to excuse herself for hurting me. But I already forgot, it was Sarah Paulson. And she was crying. Her screaming I heard before already broke my heart before I knew it was hers. You can basically hear how hurt she was.
After convincing her I was okay, I asked her slowly: ,,is everything alright? Can i help you in any way?". She began to cry even harder and i struggled with what to do next. Suddenly, before I figured it out, Sarah! Paulson! went in for a hug.
Sarah Paulson.Crying.Holding me tight.
I was in shook.
How ?!
But I needed to put my fangirling self beside. She is a human, she might be famous but she still has feelings. I need to comfort her.
Careful I sat us both down. Sarah now stopped crying and layed her head on my shoulder. There we sat. The sky was full of sparkling stars, the cold air refreshing the warm summer air. Am I dreaming?

{Sarah}

Everything inside of me is heavy. I cant move, I cant think. This poor girl. First i slammed the door into her face and then I fall around her neck and bawl my eyes out.She probably didn't even notice what was happening until it did. She now began to pet my shoulder. I haven't answered to her question. I decided it was okay to not talk. I talked enough but no one understands how I feel, because no one lost their wife.

{Y/N}

Glad that Sarah didn't mind me petting her shoulder I began to relax and relive the situation.
My favourite actress came running out of a bar which was, god knows why, full of people even though today is a day every bar has closed.Now she is sitting next to me on this cold stones and needs to be comforted by me. Whatever had happened, I knew she didn't feel like talking.
But I also knew we would freeze our butts and that's not something we need. I stood up and pulled her up. She was a trainwreck. I noticed she could barely move. Step by step i tried to help her walk towards my house.

{Sarah}

As soon as a noticed we would be reaching this girls house I felt the need to lay down and my legs got even heavier. Since Holland had died I couldn't talk to anyone. Today we celebrated her funereal, that's why the bar opened for us. She always begged me to not hold a sad, dark ceremony. I promised and so it was colourful and happy. We drank wine and talked about past experiences with her. But as I already said, no ones cares about what I feel. Well maybe they do but they don't ask or understand when I tell them. I wasn't happy. Holland was my love. She had been sick since a while, we saw it coming. She told me everything about the day she would die. She told me to not be sad, to not give up. To not fall out of life, it was her last wish.
I stayed by her side every minute I could. Except of this one time. My sister needed me and Holland told me to go, she wouldn't pass away,that's what she joked about. On my way back, already on the entrance of the hospital I got a weird feeling.
I began speeding up, the elevator was shut down so I had to take the steps.
The last thing I saw was her, looking at me.
She smiled and then she whispered ,,find someone who makes you happy".
A second later she died.
Oh if we only had 5 more minutes..i wish i could have told her how much i love her.
Again tears began to run down my face.
I miss her so much. How could I ever move on.
,,Whats your name?" , I asked the girl with a stuttering voice.
,,It's Y/N.", she said, ,,but that's not what we care about now Sarah"
She knows who I am. I haven't made it public yet. Holland died 3 weeks ago and it was and still is a rough time. I didn't manage to make it official.Her funeral and all the memories dragged me down again. Struggling whether to tell Y/N that Holland died or not i stared at her. She is beautiful, not too young but also not as old as I am. Very pretty, i thought.
Suddenly I realised what just happened, i felt lighter again and cleared my mind. ,,I am so sorry darling, I didn't mean to-" , but she interrupted me.
,,its alright", she said, looking deep into my eyes.
I feel so comfortable around her, i want to tell her everything. It feels like Y/N would definitely understand me. Why does it feel like she is the only one who knows me? I dont know her..what the hell?
We are not in a movie Sarah, come on now!

{Y/N}

I noticed her looking at me and couldn't help but look back with the same intensity she looked at me.
She is adorable. I love everything about her. She is such a perfect human, who broke her? What happened? I want to know but I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable. We dont know each other. Well...she doesn't know me.
,,Holland died" , Sarah whispered.
I-
,,WHAT?" , i almost screamed but then I hugged her and hold her so tight that i felt her warm breath by my neck. ,,I am so sorry! She was your love!" , said.
,,indeed" , she answered,now tearing up again. ,,Should I call someone? Do you want to be with someone?", i got really sorry and didn't mean to be too much for her. Even though I felt like we had a connection I thought its only me being over obsessive.
,,No.Please- Just don't. The bar I came running out of..we celebrated her funeral. It has been 3 weeks."
her hazel eyes glanced at me, the tears shining in the moonlight. ,, I know its weird but this feels good
Y/N.I feel like- I feel like you know and understand what I feel. All these people..they were her friends but i loved her..all of them are nice but they haven't lost their lover, yk?", she said. It wasnt one sided. She feels it too.
,,And I haven't known her", I understood.
She nodded. I havent known her and I had a solid opinion. I could listen to her and comfort her without bringing in my own feelings. ,,I will listen and just listen. Tell me your memories.", i smirked.

{Sarah}

I knew she would understand. She is so smart and caring. She knows who I am, I am sitting in her bed and bawling my eyes out. I am a celebrity and she probably likes me. But she still manages to control herself and comfort me. Thats what I never found in other people. They always have to bring in theirselves. I just want to talk, I always want to just speak and tell them my feelings but they always compare them to theirs and then I am suddenly the one comforting them.
But Y/N she knows.
Suddenly a wave of sleepyness hits me.
I lay down comfortable and feel Y/N laying down with me. Her blanket smells good. So good that I find myself dreaming of a flower filed.
,,We will talk tomorrow and then I will be the Sarah you know", i say.
,,You can be the Sarah you know and then talk", she responds.
I am crushing. Oh Holland, i think, you knew I will find someone. But why now? Its too early.

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OMG THIS IS SO SAD AND UEUEISUWU
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