Losing her is breaking me.
“You saved my life.”
“I did. Now I’m the one who’s drowning.”
I was playing Mr Darcy in a modern Pride and Prejudice film adaptation, shot on a Greek island. I was Hollywood’s golden boy, Wes Spencer. A billionaire. One of the youngest Academy Award nominees. A prodigy.
She was just a stunt girl from Greece, surfing and diving into the azure waters of the Corfu beaches between my takes.
There was no reason for us to meet.
The stunt girl and the actor.
Our worlds should have never collided, but they did.
We went from a near-death experience to indifference, from indifference to hate and from hate to… to something I never would have imagined.
She changed my life and then she disappeared. I guess nearly dying in my arms scared her too much, and she couldn’t come back from that. I was scared too. I still have nightmares about losing her, but this… this is worse than all my nightmares put together.
Without her I am constantly suffocating.
But how can I get her back, when she won’t even talk to me? When she won’t even tell me what I did?