Foundation for Love

I’d barely stepped onto the set when any courage that I had mustered beforehand had completely left me. The camera crew were getting everything set up to capture the first shot, a few actors already in place and ready to go.

I took a deep breath, and it took everything I had not to spin on my heel and run away. I felt like I didn’t belong there, like I was an imposter. My heart began to race as I looked around, but the sight of one man in particular made the world around me freeze in place.

Tom Hiddleston was looking to be going over a script with someone else, his blue eyes lighting up as he spoke. A small part inside wanted me to go over to him, to at least say hello and introduce myself. Though, before I could put any actions into motion, a woman placed herself right in front of me, blocking my view of the most handsome man I’d ever seen.

My Roommate, the Actor

Sunlight peeked through my curtains as the morning greeted me, the chirps of nearby birds providing background noise. My eyes fluttered open as I woke up, mentally cursing myself that I’d woken up before my alarm clock. Another day, another dollar, another guaranteed migraine. I sighed as I got out of my bed, sliding on my slippers before leaving for the kitchen.

As I walked down the hall, I stopped by my roommate’s room to see if he was awake for the day or not. He was lying on his stomach in his own bed, only a sheet covering the bottom half of his body, and snoring that told me he was still sound asleep.

The Red Thread

“Come back to me. Promise me…”

The voice echoed within the young woman’s head, bouncing off the walls of the confining space. It was soothing, caring, and it stirred something inside her. Those words, although very few, were enough to make her come to her senses. Her eyes couldn’t see much, only the surrounding darkness of whatever world she had been forced to occupy. The air around her was still, not so much as a whisper to break the silence, until she heard the voice once more.

“Come back to me, Ali.”