❛ i saw your face on a billboard and — this is silly — i wondered if you remembered me... ❜ ( 5 year timejump jules )
everything, everywhere, all at once meme ( accepting ) + @vampiredolls // jules
growing up is a whole weird... thing, isn't it? like you're supposed to think that the years give you wisdom, that time heals all wounds. but like. that shit isn't real, or true, or fair to how the heart works. it's not some tick-tock mechanical puzzle, solved once you level up, or reach a certain goal. rue realises as she gets old that the concept of time is a WARPED THING that only sets itself against her, and in the years since she's last seen east highland, so much changes for her, doesn't it? or was it that she's changed? it's hard to agree that that was it, even as she steps out and people blink twice, as if trying to determine if she were really there or not and...
what a strange thing to be recognised now. that people cry and ask her about movie roles she's done, and how she inspires them, or they love her, or fuck her she's a sell out, and rue's just... awkward with ALL OF IT, because she's never really been good at this part. because it's easy to be somebody else on camera. to act like you're brave, or brilliant, or terrified. those things, they're not real... but having someone in your face was. and she's only here in new york for this whole brand thing that she's doing, on opposite coasts as she's on her phone with a little smile when texting, looking up to see someone that positively stops her in her fucking tracks - because who else could do that to her?
only JULES FUCKIN' VAUGHN.
❛ i saw your face on a billboard and — this is silly — i wondered if you remembered me... ❜
a billboard? oh... right. a billboard. rue only has to turn to see the ad of her, posing in jewellery with that look on her face, solemn and strange, but pretty to other people. she just feels like a fucking fake, but at least she got paid for it now. it made the drugs easier to get... or maybe they just had a new designer tilt to them. but IT DOESN'T matter when she's left gulping and still, body all wired up when looking to the girl in front of her. how much of her looks the same, and different, but the feeling that clangs within her chest? that shit didn't change at all, did it? "i... um..." aware of how hot it feels in the pit of her stomach, uncurling, threatening. "i... of... of course. yeah. jules." i was in love with you. how could she ever forget that?
