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@liammcisacting
I'm doing well, thanks for asking!
He tweeted a bit nonsensically. As always, replies flooded his account almost instantaneously. He ignored them for a second, writing another tweet and sending it into the void.
@liammcisacting
Prepping to film Lethal Whispers. Not the allegory that best fits my life right now but filming action's gonna feel good.
He skimmed through the replies tab, focusing on positive ones. He wasn't surprised to see a bunch of them now talked about Ana. He read a few, until he found a couple he could reply to.
@iloveuliammc
Hey @liammcisacting, Lethal Whispers COULD be an analogy for $hitty tabloids and still be an action movie #perfectscript #mcana
@liammcisacting
.@iloveuliammc the marketing strategy would be difficult but it could work
@mcana4eva
With your help we could get #stopthenoise trending @liammcisacting #dontneedadramafix #leavethemalone
@liammcisacting
.@mcana4eva thanks for your support, but we don't need anything trending. You heard her, she wants peace.
@hollywoodfan34
@liammcisacting Any thoughts on Ana's stream?
@liammcisacting
.@hollywoodfan34 I'm wondering why I haven't listened to @depechemode in a while
Satisfied with his work, he closed his phone just as the meeting began.
Hope came to life inside of him like a nebula giving birth to a star. Though his fingers tingled with his desire to text Ana, he let himself believe there was comfort in watching her live stream. If she felt strong enough to share thoughts like those with a faceless crowd, he could trust she'd be ready to tell him those things soon, too.
Maybe it was contagious. If there was one place where he could be brave, he should. There were things of which he was tired; things that needed to stop. He finally had the resolve to do something about it. He wasn't willing to wait for his wishes to fit someone else's schedule, not anymore.
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Ely: he watched your stream
Beneath the text, a screenshot of his Twitter profile. Ana read the tweets, a flutter in her stomach.
Ana: I also wonder why he doesn't listen to Depeche Mode more often
Ely: What are you going to do?
Ana: Go to him asap. I've been trying to get the airline to reschedule my flight but I can't get through to them. Once I do that, I only have to finish packing and go to him. Oh, and, you know, figure out the best way to declare my undying love
Ely: You love him. He clearly loves you. This is the kind of situation where ad libbing is best
Ana: I LOVE LIAM MCMILLAN
Ely: I think he's the only one who doesn't know it yet, poor guy
