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  “No- please! Please stay with me! I never wanted to do this to you and you know it! Why don’t you believe me?!” You cried out desperately as tears began running down your face. Apparently your cry had worked since it at least stopped the man in front of you from leaving. Another sob racked your body as you watched him stand there, his back still faced to you.
  “Because… my love, I’m afraid of what is to come. Of course I believe you. But I’m powerless right now. You and I both know it would be best if we separated” the man said, turning slowly to face you, his eyes full of regret and hurt.
  “Fredrick… I know, I already know! But if we’re going to die, don’t you think we may as well die together?” you cried, falling to your knees as your tears continued to fall. You put your head in your hands as you weeped, feeling not only sorry for yourself, but for both you and your fiancé. You didn’t want it to end like this. You wanted to grow old together. To have a happy family and live on. This was insanity. You would never expect your life to come down to this.
  Your depressing thoughts were cut short though as you felt the ghost of a hand on your face, wiping away your tears. You sobbed once again as you looked up, seeing your lover, and you looked into each other’s eyes. His long blonde hair framed his face as you two slowly began to draw closer.
  “We can at least make the moment last…” your husband to-be whispered. You closed your eyes slowly, your arms finding a place on his lean chest as you felt his hot breath tingle your lips. You puckered them, a blush rising to your cheeks just as-

  “CUT!”

  “That’s a wrap people! Great job for today! We got some excellent footage!” the director yelled as he shouted for you and Francis to end the scene. Being so in the moment you jumped in your boyfriends arms, making him do his trademark laugh.
  “Ohohohohon~ oh mon petite (Name), let me kiss away your fears. We may as well continue what we started, non?” the perverse man suggested, only making you shake your head at him as you stood up, not bothering to notice the dejected look on his face.
  “We may be dating, but that doesn’t mean I want your face all over mine every single chance you get, there’s something called breathing that I kinda have to do, just so you know” you said in a teasing tone to the Frenchman, walking off as you finished the statement. Immediately you got the reaction you wanted, which was him following right after you like a puppy.
  “Oh, mais non! Je t’aime mon petite fleur! S’il te plait,(1) that’s not what I meant, I just can’t help myself to your beau visage” Francis commented as he ran up to your side. Deciding to tease him a bit more you smirked as you turned to him.
  “Oh, je suis desolee Francis, mais je ne comprends  pas, je ne parle pas francais!(2)” you said ironically. Having dated said man for a few weeks it was only natural you happened to pick up a bit on his language. You had to stifle your laughter as you caught a glimpse of his shocked face as you went to go walk over to the director. He seemed to rebound quickly since you could hear Francis’ protests to stop in the background, which only made you laugh even more. Seeing as you actually needed to talk with the director though you ignored him and walked up beside the Spaniard.
  “Hola Antonio! How’s it shakin?” you asked happily, seeing him put away some equipment, most obviously getting ready to go home.
  “Hola (Nickname), I actually needed to speak with you. It’s actually a bit more private, do you mind if we go into my office?” Antonio asked.
  “Haha not at all, besides it would be nice to be somewhere that I don’t have to worry Mr. Francy pants breathing down my neck” you said jokingly, making the Spaniard laugh in reply, but you realized as he smiled something was wrong. He was not truly smiling, and it looked like something was troubling him. You could read him like a book. You decided not to comment on it though until you got into his office.
  “Don’t worry, being friends with Francis I completely understand” Antonio said, beginning to walk to his office with his equipment in his arms, you following not too far behind. You just nodded in reply, walking into his bright office as he opened the door for you. You thanked him for the kind gesture, but sighed as you plopped down into one of his chairs. He immediately noticed it.
  “What is it?” he questioned, making you frown as you put your head in your hand, watching as Antonio went around his desk, setting his equipment down as he now sat in front of you.
  “Oh nothing, it’s just when me and Francis first got together he would be such a gentleman like you, but lately he’s just been… difficult, I guess. He doesn’t treat me as well, and I kind of get the vibe that he might just be using me” you blurted, deciding to not beat around the bush. You looked up to see your director had a conflicted look on his face, intriguing you.
  “Ah, (Name), you trust me right? We’ve been friends for a good few years now” Antonio stated, and you nodded in approval, urging him to continue. “Well, knowing Francis pretty well, I just want to warn you he goes through women like water. I know I’ve told you countless times before, but I just don’t want to see you hurt if Francis ends up… finding somebody else” Antonio finished, causing you to give him an unimpressed look.
  “Antonio, I know perfectly well what I’ve gotten myself into. Besides, if Francis is as much of a player as you describe him to be, then why on earth would he say he wanted to be my boyfriend? And still is after three months?” you rebutted; only making the Spaniard sigh.
  “(Name), I’m not sure if I know, nor do I want to know. Besides, that’s something you have to figure out on your own”, Antonio said, taking your hands into his. “I just need to ask you one question though, do you really love Francis? And do you think he really loves you?” he questioned in a serious manner, in which you almost felt surprised from such behavior.
  “W-well of course I love Francis… and, he, I-I guess he loves me. As of late I’m not as assured, but that doesn’t mean I should just lose hope. We’ve been going strong for this long, I don’t see why we would stop now” you explained, a confused and troubled look on your face. Antonio once again made a disapproving look, turning his face to the side.
  “Alright (Nickname), but just promise me that you won’t get your hopes up, I don’t need you to cry for real in my studio…” Antonio trailed off, offering a light smile in which you returned. You then stood up to go.
  “Thank you Antonio, I’m glad I have you to watch out for me. But, you don’t mind me asking, I’m just wondering why you care so much, I mean I’m flattered you’re so concerned about my relationship, but don’t you think you might be getting a bit too involved?” You asked your coworker, who then began to fidget, signaling he was uncomfortable. A thought then dawned on you, and as you thought more about it, it made more sense. “Wait. Do you know something I don’t? Is there something you’re not telling me?” you questioned, now a bit peeved at the fact Antonio could be holding valuable information. This seemed to catch his attention though, since he immediately rejected your accusation.
  “No! Not at all (Nickname)! T-trust me, if there was something that you needed to know I would tell you. You don’t have a thing to worry about” The Spaniard assured, but it did little. You still felt a bit curious about Antonio’s behavior, but decided to just put it off for now. He then got up to open the door for you once again, but before you left the room you turned to him.
  “Was this really what you wanted to talk to me about Antonio?” you asked, knowing for a fact it wasn’t, but you would just make the current situation more complicated if Antonio knew you had a clue. Besides, you could tell Antonio was somewhat uncomfortable, and probably felt embarrassed now, so you thought it best to leave him alone.
  “Ah, kinda, but it doesn’t matter, I’m just glad I got to talk to you (Nickname), Francis is lucky to have you as a girlfriend, if I was in his place I would never act the way he is…” Antonio trailed off once again, catching sight of the Frenchie not too far away. Hearing his words you were a bit taken a back, you really didn’t expect something like that to be said by your director. You immediately began to blush, especially considering his compliment was so sincere. Even though Francis would constantly call you beautiful and such, most of the time it usually came across as a joke or a tease, so it was rare nowadays for you to hear something so nice to be said about you.
  “Oh, t-thank you Antonio, it was nice talking to you as well, and, uhm, that’s really kind of you to say that, I guess…” you muttered, which made him look down to you with a questionable look, but then he instantly facepalmed.
  “I’m so sorry (Name), I just made this really awkward ahaha, that’s really not my place to be saying such things, uhm, I-I’ll see you tomorrow to shoot the next scene” Antonio uttered to you, finding anything else to look at but you, his face beginning to turn beet red. You had to stifle a giggle.
  “Trust me it’s alright, and yeah, I’ll see ya tomorrow! Night Antonio!” you shouted, and he bid you a goodnight as well, and as soon as you turned your boyfriend was at your side once again.
  “OH (Nickname)! You have been gone for too long! I was getting worried. I’ve been practically waiting out here forever!” Francis dramatized, which you rolled your eyes at.
  “I was gone for barely ten minutes Francis. Besides we have the rest of tonight to spend together, so why don’t we go on home now?” you suggested. Francis immediately agreed, hugging your body as close as he could to his, not really consenting if you wanted him to or not. He may have been your boyfriend, but that didn’t give him the right to consistently touch you, and right now you were annoyed. Considering it was just a walk to your car though, you just decided to endure it till then, setting off for home with your French boyfriend. You couldn’t help but to look back at Antonio’s door though as you left the studio.

~~~TIMEY SKIPPITY SKIP~~~

  Even though you and Francis didn’t necessarily live together, the both of you frequently slept together at your house. Considering you both had pretty much the same job, it seemed like a pretty smart idea. The only thing the both of you were doing was just filming your current T.V. series, and luck would have it, you happened to begin dating at the same time the filming started. That was a few months ago.
  When your show went on air, your ratings sky-rocket, and finding out of your relationship, they boosted even higher.  You never really cared for this, but throughout your time dating Francis there was one thing that happened to catch your attention. Whenever reviews and ratings on your show weren’t as great as they could be, Francis would always be in a sour mood, especially towards you. When the ratings were spectacular however, your boyfriend treated you like a princess.  You were never one to want to pick a fight, so you let it be. Besides, you thought you could be assuming things, or he could have been stressed from the show doing poorly.
  Right now, the show was pretty steady, so Francis was normal. The instant you got home you pretty much went right to bed. All day you were shooting, and most of the scene needed much emotional energy, which you were fresh out of stock by now. All you did was whip off your clothes, leaving you in your under garments. You were too worn out to even change. You were about to snuggle under your covers, but your boyfriend then sauntered into your bedroom. Obviously ignoring how tired you were, he seductively unbuttoned his shirt as he advanced toward you.
  “Francis, please… I’m too tired to deal with you right now” you muttered, turning your back to face him as you wrapped the blankets around your form. Almost immediately you could feel his hands on your back, his breath on your neck.
  “Oh, mon cher(3), how you tease me! I just wanted a little reward for working so hard today” Francis sensually said, but you didn’t really care. You ignored him as your hand reached out around him, turning off the light. You barely got a chance to see his rejected face as you hid yours in the mound of pillows.
  “I can promise you tonight, or anytime soon, will you get any reward. I told you I planned on waiting for marriage when it comes to that, and I’m exhausted; I don’t really feel like doing anything tonight Francis. I’m sorry” you said, hoping Francis would understand. Ever since you two got together he constantly tried to go all the way, but you refused every time. By now, it was just getting annoying.
  “Fine, I don’t really care anyway… I’m gonna go change” Francis said as he got up, annoyance evident in his voice. Already having this conversation you really had no reason to feel bad, and if anything Francis should, so you didn’t even bother to reply as he walked out of your room.
  You had no idea what Francis went to really do, since barely five minutes after he left you drifted off to sleep, alone in your bed.

~~~TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY LE CREEPER FRANCE.~~~

  You were slightly confused as the sounds of shuffling reached your ears. You faintly realized it was still dark as your eyes cracked open, surveying your surroundings.
  Seeing the clock resting beside you, you saw it was about three in the morning. You also realized that Francis was still not beside you. As you felt the bed by your side. Looking around the darkness that engulfed your room, you noticed the light coming from the slightly ajar bedroom door. Drowsiness still clouding your mind, it took you a few seconds to put two and two together. After a few moments of laying in silence you realized the shuffling was Francis. Wondering what the heck he could be doing so late you decided to get up. If you didn’t, you probably wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep with him being so noisy anyway.
  Pulling the covers around you since you were still just in undergarments, you opened the door, squinting your sensitive eyes since the light got brighter as you trudged down the hall. You then turned the corner to catch Francis putting on his coat, looking like he was about to leave. You immediately concluded he probably was, since the moment he noticed your presence he looked about ready to jump out of his skin.
  “(N-Name)? W-what are you doing up so late? We have work tomorrow” The Frenchman nervously said. You gave him a quizzical look.
  “I could be asking you the same thing. Did you even go to bed earlier?” you questioned, walking over to him. He responded by immediately averting his vision, going to get his phone.
  “N-non, I wasn’t able to fall asleep so I just stayed out here… euh… and it’s a good thing I did, because I just realized I needed to go home! I forgot some important papers in my house and I wouldn't have time to get them in the morning if we drove together in ze morning…” Francis said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. You gave him a suspicious glare.
  “Alright, well, how do you suppose I get to work tomorrow morning since you’re taking my car…?” you trailed off, then yawned, which Francis then used as a perfect excuse.
  “Oh! Well I shall just obviously pick you up in ze morning, non? Do not fret mon petite fleur(4)! Go get your beauty sleep, I shall be back before you know it!” Francis stated. Before you had time to object he was already shutting the door behind him. You really didn't mind him going off considering you knew Francis was a forgetful man, but this time you could tell he wasn't being truly honest with you.
  The time he was leaving would be one, but just the way he acted and the look on his face when you caught him said it all. You probably would have been more upset, but with it being still around three in the morning, you didn't really care about much in your drowsy state. You decided you would just talk to him tomorrow morning when he came to pick you up.
  Turning off your lights you walked back into the darkness of your room. With a resounding sigh, you plopped down on your bed face first, once again becoming captive of your dreams.