Olivia found herself in a small, dimly lit room backstage. distant conversations and muffled music drifted through the walls, creating an ambiance amidst the chaos of her thoughts.
She had been on a whirlwind journey lately. The success of her debut album had catapulted her into the spotlight, yet with every high came its own set of challenges.
Sitting on a vintage sofa, she played a piano, the melody echoing the sentiments she couldn't put into words. A glance in the mirror revealed her reflection, but it wasn't her it was a younger version of her self, with you.
Olivia's mind drifted to the past of her Disney days, the friendships, the highs.
As she played a few chords, she couldn't get the thoughts out of her head about the headlines, and the tweets that followed yours and Jenna's every move.
She closed her eyes, allowing the gentle sounds of the piano to guide her thoughts. she found a calm space where the noise of the world faded.
Despite the challenges, Olivia couldn't deny the happiness that music had brought into her life. it was a way to connect with others, and a source of healing. In the quiet moments, she found herself, a girl with dreams, fears, and a story to tell.
as she continued playing, the lyrics of what she was thinking began to take shape. a reflection on the bittersweet nature of seeing someone she once loved finding happiness with someone else. even though she know you and Jenna aren't together but she knows you, she knows your happy with her.
As she sang the lyrics softly to herself, Olivia delved into the memories "Happier," she whispered, her voice trembling. capturing the essence of the song in its purest form.
As she continued to shape the song, Olivia knew that this one "Happier" wasn't just a song, it was real. she looked back into the mirror.
(OLIVIA POV)
I remembered the beginning vividly, as if it were a song that played on a loop in my mind. It started on the vibrant set of Bizaardvark, The first meeting, where our worlds collide. the first glance Y/n was so charismatic with that smile of his. he just had my attention. And I found comfort in the shared laughter.
my story with Y/n began on set. he was only on for a couple of episodes that set the stage for a romantic comedy plot. shared glances lingered a moment too long, and the chemistry on screen wasn't acting.
From that initial meeting, my connection with Y/n grew. Late-night conversations in between takes, stolen kisses in private it wasn't long before we came out as a couple.
As the weeks turned into months, and the months into years, the cadence of your love began to face its first set of challenges. Y/n's rising success as an actor and me wanting to leave acting for the music industry became intertwined, and personal aspirations started to separate us.
Sitting across from each other in his new York apartment
"I can't keep doing this, Y/n," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want something different then you, something more."
Y/n's gaze, once a comforting escape, now mirrored the weariness of the situation. "I thought we wanted the same."
hearing him say that broke my heart, i remember explaining to him that my desire was to shift away from acting, and to do what i always loved and go into the world of music.
"This is my calling, Y/n," I pleaded, tears welling in my eyes. "I want to follow my heart."
Y/n's expression mirrored the struggle within, torn between the love he felt and the understanding that dreams could pull two hearts in different directions. The dream that once bound you together now became deflated.
"I can't tell you to give up your dreams," he finally admitted, "I hope you find the happiness you're looking for," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the deafening silence.
I remember nodding to him. "I wish you well with your next project, Y/n." his eyes widened
before this breakup, his career took an unexpected turn. when he landed a role in a movie called "X," a project that could catapult him into a new realm of stardom.
i watched Through interviews and media coverage, and caught glimpses of Y/n discussing his role in "X." His eyes, once filled with our shared dreams of a budding relationship, now sparkled with the excitement of newfound opportunities.
As I carved my path as a full-time artist, Y/n ventured into Hollywood, both destined for greatness in our respective categories.
(END OF POV)
yet she still felt as if she made a mistake of letting you out of her fingertips.
she became jealous of her friend and once co-star Jenna, seeing her and you together made feelings in Olivia come back out, snapping out of her trip down memory lane
She retrieved her phone from her pocket, scrolling through social media to see the reactions. her tweet had gained traction faster than she anticipated. She sighed, realizing the impact of her words.
"I should have known better," she mumbled to herself, running a hand through her hair. It was a petty move, driven by old insecurities and a misguided sense of competition.
She shook her head, attempting to dispel the conflicting emotions. The success of others should be a cause for celebration, not bitterness. Olivia took a deep breath, reflecting on her journey, the highs, and the lows. she knows that their actors, she knows the love their gonna show on screen isn't real, but she missed being loved by you so much that even just seeing you acting like you love someone else makes her upset.
Olivia hesitated for a moment, her thumbs hovering over her phone's keyboard. Taking a deep breath, she began typing
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probably not a chapter you guys will like but oh well i tried