•Pseudonym•

~The Email~

Y/n P.O.V:

"If I go through with this," you forced the metal spoon further into the ice cream carton, "How do I know that I won't be exposed?"

"Stop worrying so much, you aren't getting any younger."

"Hmph," you shoved the chocolate treat into your mouth, "I'm sorry that I don't live as recklessly as you do."

You had been having this conversation over and over again after to had came home from the writers gala.

Also, after you became conscious again.

It was a much needed discussion about your passion being risked for your privacy. Both things being too valuable to give up for some spot on a company's team.

Even if they were world renowned.

"You are going to do this, even if I must drag you down there."

You stood from the couch, slumping over to the fridge where the bossy lady was searching for food herself.

"But Lisa~" you whined, "My privacy~!"

She swatted you away from her ear, "Screw you and your privacy. You'll still have it, it's not like your name is written all over the novel."

She focused most of her attention on grabbing her half eaten sandwich, rather than your untamed imagination.

The doubts...

The worry...

She had heard it all from you before.

So many times that she could no longer count them on her fingers and toes.

You turned the other way, continuing to be persistent, and trying to get your point across.

"That's still risky! What if they leak my name to the public?! What if they accuse me of doing everything I wrote about?! What if-"

The slam of her bedroom door shut you up, but it didn't make you want to change the way you thought.

"I was still talking!" you shouted.

She replied, yelling past her closed off room, "I know!"

Everything that you had been gnawing her ear off about since that night, were all the worries that flooded your mind when you thought about all the things that could go wrong.

You needed some advice.

Advice other than the repeated, "Stop being a little bish," that you heard from the fiery red head for the last few hours.

You dashed to grab some boots, before slipping on your coat and notifying the person who literally turned their back on you.

"I'm leaving!" you grabbed your keys, almost slipping out when you heard her yell back.

"Traitor, I know where you're going!"

"Bye!"

***

You walked under the soft droplets of water that fell from the afternoon clouds.

It was that special time of day where beautiful colors would paint the sky above into mother nature's mural.

The time where people where either busy going somewhere, or absolutely nowhere at all.

Pure bliss.

The splish splash of the small puddles gave a slight pep to your step, and luckily enough did not soak your feet as you stomped through them.

A couple of puddles and blocks later, and you were rounding the corner of the store where help, advice, and books came by the dozens.