red flowers 𑁍 scarlett johansson

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▎RED FLOWERS ▎
ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ
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"hello fleur" jillian greeted fleur with a smile as she walked into the room "hello" fleur rasped out taking a seat on the white couch

she had a cap, shades, sweats, a sweater on and she was clutching a chanel bag.

"please, feel free to take your shades and cap off.no one will judge you here" jillian leaned back into her seat with a smile. fleur gulped but took them off out of respect. her nose was red and eyes puffy.

"why are you here fleur?" jillian asked nicely "i-um- i had a panic attack last night... and my manager told me to come here because therapy helps" she sniffed whilst fiddling with her fingers

"and why do you think you had that panic attack?" jillian narrowed her eyes. "i..don't know.. i haven't had one in years" fleur shrugged sheepishly

"you're a smart woman fleur" the brunette smiled encouraging her "i guess i just.. felt overwhelmed.. or i felt tired of holding it in" fleur closed her eyes and laid back

"holding what in?" "emotions. i tend to do that" fleur chuckled lightly "i keep them in until i just.. can't" she bit her lip in thought

"and what emotions do you feel?" "Did you sign a nda?" fleur looked up with a quirked eyebrow "We have a Client Confidentiality policy" jillian smiled "sorry" fleur mumbled "oh you don't need to apologize, it's normal to not trust someone right away"

"i guess i have.. conflicted feelings.. partner wise.. a lot has happened in the 3 days and it may or may not have involved my past.. there's really 4 situations. you pick" she shrugged

"let's start from the beginning" fleur looked out the window and composed herself. "well i had a normal childhood. my parents were the best couple ever. they had date nights once a week and were just.. perfect for each other. i guess that's why most of my life i thought that was normal- which is not." her lips curled into a small smile

"my mom died of a heart attack when i was 11. my dad tried to keep it together for me but he eventually died from overdose when i was 15" fleur looked up at the ceiling, still fiddling with her fingers. "i guess..the two people who were really there for me then were my best friend, at the time, olivia... and my girlfriend at the time.. hailee."

"now, both of my friendships or relationships with them are fucked up" she quietly laughed

"what happened after your parents passed?" "um..i think that's when i turned to music and focused on my studies because it wasn't like i could slump all day and give up on my future... they wouldn't have wanted that"

" but nothing really happened till i turned 16. when i was 16, hailee was.. distant. she was off for a month and i assumed she was just busy. that was the point she was trying to get into hollywood, which worked... but she just left. we were still together when she did." fleur licked her lip again, darting her eyes around the room "she did it for her job. not like that was why i hated her for it. it was the fact she didn't even say bye.

i guess when my parents passed i felt like hailee and olivia were my little hope of y'know.. not being alone..

anyways, if what you're seeing right now is a mess? it doesn't compare to when she left me. i was a wreck when that happened. the problem was i think i fell so deeply for her i couldn't ..pull myself together for a while." she sighed standing up to walk around the room