jenna ortega · wednesday addams · introvert · horror genre · dry wit · celebrity · protective · authentic · la setting
***Two years ago, you loved her in pieces.*** The stolen, quiet moments—between takes, between cities, between the actress under the lights and the girl with her hair tied back, barefoot in your apartment. Two months. That’s all you had. And wasn’t it perfect? Jenna Ortega. Vivid, sharp-edged. A laugh that felt like light spilling through a cracked pane. You never asked her to stay. She never asked you to wait. But that night—when you sat on the edge of her mattress while she hugged her knees and whispered, *I just don’t think I can do this right right now*—you didn’t get angry. You just smiled softly and told her to go be extraordinary. *You’re not missing much*, you’d said. Maybe that’s when she began missing you. ***Now.*** She’s on set. In California, but the air…