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CHAPTER 8
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2026-04-26 07:46:39
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DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 12
Vivian's POVHe turned to his camera operator. “Roll,” he said.He said it quietly and then turned away like it was nothing.“That’s what makes you different”.I stood on that blue tape mark and watched him walk back to his camera operator and I didn’t move for a second. The room had started up again around me. People talking, equipment being moved, someone laughing at something on the other side of the room.I just stood there.Different had never been a good word in my life. Different meant the wrong school, the wrong clothes, the wrong family. Different meant Ashley’s friends looking at my dress and laughing. Different meant six years of being the wrong person in the wrong house.But the way Mr. Carver said it didn’t sound like any of that.I picked up my bag and walked to the door.Daniel was in the corridor.He looked at me when I came out and didn’t say anything for a second. Just looked.“You okay?” he said.“Yes,” I said.“That was—”“Don’t,” I said.He stopped. “Why not?”“Be
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 11
Vivian's POVI didn’t sleep much that night.Not because I was scared exactly. I just kept waking up and staring at the ceiling and thinking about what Grace had said. You are talent now. I said it out loud at some point around two in the morning just to hear how it sounded.It sounded strange. Good strange. But strange.I got up at six. Got dressed. Ate the last of the bread I had in the room with some peanut butter and stood by the window eating it and looking at the brick wall outside.Then I picked up my bag and went to work.*****Daniel was in the corridor when I got to the ninth floor.He was leaning against the wall with a coffee cup in his hand looking at his phone. He looked up when he heard me coming.“You’re early,” he said.“So are you,” I said.He shrugged. “I’m always early. Carver hates late people.” He pushed off the wall and fell into step beside me. “How are you feeling?”“Okay,” I said.He looked at me sideways. “Just okay?”“A little nervous,” I said.“That’s norm
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 10
Vivian's POVMr. Carver stopped in front of me.He looked at me for a moment without saying anything. Up close his eyes were sharper than they looked from across a room. The kind of eyes that had seen everything and were very hard to impress.“How long have you been working at this hotel?” he asked.“Six months,” I said.“Before that?”“Private household management,” I said.He nodded slowly. “No formal training. No agent. No portfolio.”“No,” I said.“Nothing.”“Nothing,” I said.He was quiet for a moment. Around us the crew had started moving again. People picking up clipboards, adjusting equipment, talking in low voices. But a few of them were still watching us from the corners of their eyes.“The scene we shot today,” Carver said. “It’s not the biggest scene in this film. But it’s the one that holds everything together. The one the whole story rests on.” He paused. “Do you understand what I’m telling you?”“Yes,” I said.“I don’t think you do,” he said. Not unkindly. Just directly
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 9
Vivian's POV(6 MONTHS AFTER :THE PRESENT DAY) The room was still looking at me.I had said it. Out loud. To a room full of professionals who had been doing this for years. I can do it. And now every single person in that suite was waiting to see what came next.The director Mr.Carver turned around slowly.He was tall with silver hair and a face that had stopped being surprised by things a long time ago. He looked at me the way you look at something that has walked through the wrong door.“You work here,” he said.“Yes,” I said.“In the hotel?”“Wardrobe liaison,” I said. “But yes.”Someone behind him laughed. Short and quiet but I heard it. A few others exchanged looks. The kind that said this ought to be interesting.Mr. Carver didn’t turn around. He kept his eyes on me. “Have you acted before?”“Not professionally,” I said.“At all?”I thought about the cracked mirror in my aunt’s hallway when I was young. Running lines from movies to nobody. The school productions. The drama tea
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 8
Vivian’s POVThree weeks at Aunty Martha’s house and I was already running out of ways to say thank you without feeling like I was begging.I woke up early every morning. Cleaned before she came downstairs. Cooked when I could. Stayed out of Stormy’s way. Kept myself small and quiet and useful because that was the only currency I had right now and I knew it.It still wasn’t enough.“You left that pot on the wrong burner again,” Aunty Martha said one morning without looking up from her newspaper. “How many times?”“I’ll fix it,” I said.“You’ll fix it.” She repeated my words back to me in that flat way she had that meant she didn’t believe me. “You’ve been fixing things your whole life, Vivian, and look where fixing things has gotten you.”I didn’t answer. I moved the pot and kept my back to her.“Forty applications,” she said. “Forty and not one callback worth talking about.”“Something will come,” I said.“Something will come.” She set her newspaper down. “You sound like you did at
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 7
Vivian's POV (6 MONTHS AGO ) I left before the sun came up. I didn’t plan it that way. But I lay in that bed staring at the ceiling at four in the morning with my bag already packed on the floor and I knew I couldn’t wait for daylight. I couldn’t sit through another morning in that kitchen. I couldn’t walk past Ashley’s room and hear her breathing behind the door and pretend I wasn’t leaving her behind. So I got up. I picked up my bag. I walked out. The house was dark and completely still. I moved through the hallways quietly, past the dining room, past the living room where I had signed my name on a piece of paper yesterday and handed six years of my life back to people who never wanted it. At the front door I stopped. My hand sat on the handle and I just stood there. Breathing. Don’t, I told myself. Just go. I opened the door and stepped out into the cold. ***** My aunt’s house looked smaller than I remembered. It always did when I came back to it after time aw
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