"i'm lost in my own fantasies, i can't escape"
in which a young girl is a famous musician, only to be anonymous. she grew up, used the funds to run away, finding herself in finland.
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mentions of abuse and depression within the story, warnings will...
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"is it really that complicated though?"
MENTIONS OF ABUSE (VERY SLIGHT)
act two chapter 'kolmetoista' thirteen
it was nice to wake up without a hangover, and she felt quite refreshed considering it wasn't even afternoon yet. she sat on her bed, guitar out, waiting for a response from joonas. she asked him when it was alright to drop his car off, with him most likely in a bad mood.
taxi driver
yeah sure, i'm awake now you can come round whenever
she propped her guitar up on its stand, grabbing her purse from beside. why was she already prepared to leave? she still had all day to drop it off, and he won't be going anywhere today.
maybe she wanted to get out, or maybe she wanted a few answers.
"no way," joonas gasped as he opened the door, staring down at the top of her head, "your roots, you have red hair."
yes, her untouched, grown-out roots were now clearly visible. how hadn't he noticed them last night? maybe he just thought she was a brunette. it was dark after all, and her natural hair wasn't a striking 'ron weasley' colour.
she had kept what was left of her blonde hair up, making sure to use a purple toner to counteract the yellow undertones. there was a clear six centimetres of natural hair grown out, slowly getting there with each day passing by.
she only looked up at him, "i'm glad you can see colours." vasiliki spun the key off the keyring, handing it to the boy, "and look, i didn't steal your car."
he held a smug look on his face for no apparent reason, looking down at the key she held, "of course not, who's going to drive you around so you don't look like a lost foreigner?"
"not you," she smiled, blowing him a kiss before beginning to head off his porch. she was halted almost immediately, someone texted her - not from her contacts.
unknown number
hey sweetie, happy birthday for last night. hope you enjoy my gift <3
it was in finnish, and vasiliki had a hunch for who it was.
"wait!" she called out to the guitarist, who was just about to close his door. he peered out, squinting his eyes in confusion. "can you translate this?"
she practically shoved her phone in his face, to which he snatched out of her hands. what 'birthday gift' was being talked about? she didn't know what to expect, but the falling pit in her stomach gave her a bad feeling.
the look on joonas' face doubled the speed of the fall, his face grew pale. did he know what it was about? why did he look more nervous than vasiliki felt?
