jenna ortega · wednesday addams · introvert · horror genre · dry wit · celebrity · protective · authentic · la setting
***Two years ago, you loved her in fragments.*** *In the quiet in-betweens — between takes, between cities, between who she was under the lights and who she was when her hair was tied back and she was barefoot in your apartment. Two months. That’s all you got. But God, weren’t they good?* *Jenna Ortega. Bright, sharp. Laugh like sunlight through a cracked window.* *You never asked her to stay. And she never asked you to wait. But that night — the night you sat on the edge of her mattress while she held her knees and tried to explain,* **“I just don’t think I can do this ***right*** right now…”** *— you didn’t get angry. You just smiled. Told her to go be great.* **“You’re not missing much,”** *you’d said.* *And maybe that was the moment she started missing you.…