9 – Mia Lauren Hudson
Why are you here? How is it possible for you to bring me down even more? What else can you take from me?
- The Incredibles
I crossed the doors of the house, and the cold that had been absent until then hit me once again. I tried not to get nervous or scared as soon as I saw the empty, dimly lit living room.
“Duart?” I called out, not raising my voice much because deep down, I didn't want Bradley to notice my presence.
Our maid quickly stood in front of me.
“Yes, Mrs. Hudson,” she began.
My body stiffened instantly at the reminder of…
No, no. I refused to think about that... That annoying person.
“Where is Bradley?” I asked, finally.
Duart paused for a moment, her dark eyes looking at me as she replied:
“He left an hour after you. But he didn’t give me any explanation that I could pass on to you.” Her face was embarrassed, and I disguised the lump forming in my throat.
“He must have gone to take care of something at Starlight,” I said, trying to convince myself of a huge lie.
It was obvious that Bradley hadn't gone to work on a Sunday, and it was also obvious that it still bothered me.
“I’m going upstairs, Duart,” I informed the maid. “You’re dismissed. Have a good night.” I started to move away because I needed a place to rest my pain.
“Don’t you want to eat something?” Duart called out again. “I prepared…”
“You can put it away,” I said without looking at her because I didn’t want anyone to see how I was feeling. “I’ll eat something tomorrow.” Then I quickly climbed the stairs.
I went straight to the bedroom, the sound of my footsteps echoing softly down the empty hallway. The silence of the house turned into an overwhelming presence, filling every corner with a sense of emptiness. I swallowed hard when I entered the bedroom and faced the inevitable reality: I would be alone that night. The loneliness seemed to cling to me like a shadow, and I felt a tightness in my chest as I realized how much I hated that feeling.
I didn’t want to be alone; I hated not having company. There was something about the quiet that made my thoughts louder, harder to ignore. All I wanted at that moment was someone to share the small victories and anxieties of the day, someone I could talk to about how my day had been, about my dream that would soon finally come true. The realization of this dream was something that should fill my heart with joy, but, paradoxically, the lack of someone to share that joy with made it feel incomplete.
In truth, I had found someone for that. Someone who, in the last few hours, had started to occupy a significant space in my thoughts. Someone with whom I felt I could share the small, simple moments that make life special. However, as this thought arose, I felt divided, as if I were standing on the edge of an abyss.
I didn’t allow myself to think about it. I didn’t want to admit how much this person was already in my thoughts. I couldn’t let myself be distracted, not now, not when everything seemed about to happen. The feelings that were starting to emerge were too complicated, even dangerous. I knew myself well enough to know that once I allowed these thoughts to take over, there would be no turning back.
No, no! I repeated to myself, almost like a mantra, trying to push those ideas away before they took root. I couldn’t let myself be carried away by this; I couldn’t allow my heart to make decisions that should be guided by reason. The loneliness I felt was intense, but maybe it was better this way. Better to face the quiet alone than to open up space for something that, deep down, I knew could hurt me.
I exhaled and searched for a warm nightgown before heading to the bathroom to take a hot shower. A masculine, woody perfume with a peppery scent lingered on my clothes and skin. I needed to get rid of it!
Because the truth was that, despite all my efforts, a part of me, a small but insistent part, continued to think about him. And that, more than anything else, scared me.
Fighting against my own thoughts, I finished my shower, and after drying my hair, I turned off all the lights but opened the curtains so the moonlight could illuminate the room. Illuminate the darkness where my feelings and thoughts dwelled.
I was so scared of the future version of Bradley as a consequence of having defied him, so tormented by the uncertainty of where he was and with whom, that every thought felt like a thorn stuck in my chest. The hurt coursed through my veins, mixing with the overwhelming longing for my mom and dad. A longing that only intensified the emptiness and the sense of abandonment. All I wanted was some comfort, a safe place where I could feel loved and protected, but that seemed as distant as the stars in the sky.
Without realizing it, I found myself crying once again, the tears flowing like a torrent I no longer had the strength to hold back. And this time, I didn’t need to stifle my sobs into the pillow as I had so many other times. The room was silent, dark, and my sobs echoed through the empty space, filling it with the sound of my pain. Each emotion felt like it was tearing my heart into pieces, and in the midst of all that turmoil, exhaustion finally overcame me. I felt sleep approaching like a relief, a promise of oblivion, and I let it pull me into unconsciousness.
During those short and restless two hours of sleep, my mind clung to a single image: a pair of blue eyes that I had avoided so much. Those eyes haunted me, invading my dreams and thoughts, as if they were the only thing capable of bringing me some kind of peace. I didn’t want to think about them, but at that moment, it seemed impossible not to.
But then, the sound of a noise at the bedroom door brought my consciousness back to the cold, harsh reality. My body reacted before my mind even processed it, muscles tense, breathing quickened. It was Bradley. I knew, even before seeing him, that it was him. I watched his silhouette move through the room, the immense shadow he cast seemed suffocating. His hair was tousled, giving him an even more imposing appearance as he approached the bed and lay down beside me.
I swallowed hard as I smelled the sweet perfume emanating from his body, a perfume that I knew was not mine. That hurt more than I wanted to admit, as if a knife were slowly twisting in my heart. I forced myself not to let the jealousy show, not to let the love I still felt for him make me forget all the reasons I should keep my distance. But it was beyond me. He was my husband, and even with all the flaws and the pain he caused me, I still longed for something that, in reality, we never had: a real connection, a true love.
Still lying on my side, my body feeling as heavy as lead, I raised my eyes to look at him. The darkness of the room seemed to reflect in his dark hair, which fell over his forehead. His breathing was getting heavier, and I realized he had laid down on the bed still wearing his shoes, as if he was so exhausted that he didn’t even care to take them off. I held back, fighting against the almost unbearable urge to hug him, to seek some kind of comfort in his touch, but at the same time, something inside me insisted on speaking to him.
I didn’t know if I was seeking a confrontation or a desperate attempt at reconnection. Perhaps it was a bit of both. The words were stuck in my throat, but I knew I needed to say them, needed to know what was going on in his mind, even if the answer could shatter me even more.
“Bradley?” My voice was incredibly low. “Where have you been? Aren’t you going to...”
“Shut up!” his shout scared me, and I swallowed hard. His voice was incredibly louder than mine. “I don’t want to hear your voice.” He turned to the other side of the bed.
I took a deep breath, trying to control the turmoil inside me. I held back the tears that threatened to spill, as if they were the last line of defense against the avalanche of emotions crushing me. The thoughts I had been running from for so long, the ones I tried to hide in the darkest corners of my mind, began to clear, as if a curtain was being drawn, revealing everything I feared to face.
And every thought, every memory that surfaced, had a name: Apollo.
Apollo, with his attentive manner and gaze that seemed to see into my soul. Apollo, who cared about me in a way Bradley never did. It was impossible not to compare the two, impossible not to see the stark difference between Apollo’s genuine kindness and Bradley’s cruel indifference. Where Apollo cared about the details, Bradley didn’t even notice the obvious.
Apollo opened the car doors for me in the middle of a storm, a simple gesture, but one that meant so much to me. Bradley was never so kind, never showed a gesture of courtesy that wasn’t motivated by some selfish need. While the memories of Apollo became my refuge, helping me endure the dark and cold night, the memories of Bradley only intensified the pain. Bradley never asked how my day was, never cared to know what was going on in my life. He barely noticed me, his attention always focused on himself.
Apollo, on the other hand, made a point to ask. He wanted to know how I was, wanted to know about the little things that made me happy. He didn’t demand explanations when I asked for his phone, trusting me in a way that Bradley never would. Bradley always controlled me, always made me feel as if I were chained, unable to take a step without his permission.
Apollo wanted to know about my favorite singer, interested in discovering what touched me, what moved me. Bradley, in contrast, never cared about the music I listened to, never wanted to know what made my heart race. Apollo called me beautiful, with a sincerity that made me believe, even if just for a brief moment, that I was. Bradley, on the other hand, always made me feel small, as if I were the lowest of women, as if nothing about me was worthy of admiration.
Apollo liked my lipstick, a detail that made a difference to him, that he noticed. Bradley, hours earlier, had hated it, as if any attempt I made to express myself was an inconvenience to him. The memories of Apollo—the smiles, the soft voice, the kindness with which he treated me—became the foundation that allowed me to endure that night. A night that could have broken me but instead gave me the strength to see what I truly deserved.
While Bradley's voice still echoed in my mind, repeating the cruel words, "I don’t want to hear your voice," another voice, deeper, sweeter, began to take its place. Apollo’s voice, which with simplicity and sincerity, said to me, "I like hearing your voice." That phrase, which could have gone unnoticed, became a beacon in the darkness. It was as if, for the first time, someone genuinely wanted to listen to me, to know who I really was.
And that day, as the hours dragged on and I fought against the pain that Bradley always inflicted on me, I allowed myself to dream again. To dream of what could be, of what should be. To dream of the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I had ever seen. And, for the first time in a long while, I felt a spark of hope, the sweetest devotion I could ever have.
10 - Apollo CastielloI feel better when you're around.- One DayI stayed up all night, as I had predicted, sleep refusing to find me, leaving me at the mercy of my own thoughts. The heat I felt in my body was intense, as if I were burning with fever, though the icy cold of the European dawn was enough to freeze anyone else. The combination of the external cold and the internal fire left me restless, tossing and turning, trying to find a position that would bring me some comfort.When morning finally came, the contrast was evident. The sun shone high and strong in the blue sky, melting the snow that had accumulated overnight, but the cold still lingered, reminding me that the European winter, even with the presence of the sun, did not give up so easily. I stood for a moment, staring out the window at the world outside, trying to force my mind to focus on the simple fact that the snow was melting. I desperately wanted this to be what held my attention, to distract me from the turmoil
11 – Mia Lauren Hudson"I did all of this for you! I'm exhausted from living to satisfy your expectations."LabyrinthI was in Apollo's car once again, and the temperature seemed to rise considerably the moment we left the diner behind. It wasn't just the physical heat spreading through the space, but something more, something that seemed to fill the gap between us, loaded with a tension I couldn't name. From the moment I got into the car, I felt a restlessness growing inside me, a mix of conflicting sensations ranging from agitation to peace, as if I were on the brink of something I didn't fully understand.To begin with, I had no idea why I had stayed with him at that diner for so long. In my mind, there were countless reasons why I should have left the moment Kayla got up and walked out. Yet, the fact that I stayed and exchanged barbs with Apollo for what felt like an eternity left me confused. It wasn't something I usually did, and it was definitely not something I expected to fin
12 - Apollo CastielloYou meet thousands of people, and none of them touch you, and then you meet one person, and your life changes. Forever.- Love and Other Drugs.Okay, insomnia has become my best friend. Once again, I had been awake, and it was frightening me. Another night awake and...Mia.All my thoughts revolved around her, and I couldn’t help it; I needed to talk and hear her daring observations in my favor. And she replied... And I had never felt so powerful in my life.My father was the first to notice those reactions in me. I had spent the day restless, staring at my phone, and now and then, he had caught me smiling. And as the night approached, the nervousness became evident.“Are you going to tell me her name?” my father asked as I came out of the shower. He was walking down the hallway when he decided to stop in front of my room.“Who is she?” I remained serious and opened the wardrobe.The night was cold.“I’ve known you since before you were born.” He crossed his arms
13 – Mia Lauren Hudson"I like the way it makes me feel."Back to the Blue LagoonI was intensely anxious for the upcoming meeting at NewScene. The desire to know what awaited me in the coming months was palpable, a mix of expectation and nervousness. And despite all this anxiety, there was a part of me that really didn’t want to see Apollo again. But who was I trying to fool?The previous night had been perfect. I felt truly capable and at peace, something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I realized that my life didn’t need to carry all the weight I had imposed on myself. And I wanted to feel that lightness again. I could only experience these feelings when I was with him, and that was what I was waiting for at that very moment.As I waited, I stared at the covers of the numerous movies that had achieved international success under NewScene’s aegis, displayed in the center of the recording studio. Jamie had scheduled another meeting, and I had arrived too early, but it was a good
14 - Apollo Castiello Don’t stop. Kiss me. - Fifty Shades DarkerIt was obvious that my idea of keeping my distance from Mia had gone down the drain. Every time I tried to put a barrier between us, it crumbled like sand slipping through my fingers. And the same was true for her. The resistance Mia showed, that effort to keep away, seemed as fragile as mine. And here we were again, alone inside the car, with the road stretching out before us, taking us to one of the most isolated spots in the city.I drove in silence, absorbing the tension between us that hung in the air. With every mile traveled, I felt the weight of unspoken words, of restrained emotions. It was almost palpable, as if it could explode at any moment. Mia, on the other hand, seemed calmer than I expected. Her gaze, fixed on the window, reflected a mix of curiosity and suspicion.“So, you’re not going to teach me how to drive,” she said, finally breaking the silence, her voice laden with a lightness I knew was disguis
15- Mia Lauren Hudson"I'm here for you, body and soul. If there’s anything I can do for you, tell me."- ReignMy body was numb, my mind was high, and on my lips, I could still taste him. Three days had passed, and all those sensations lingered. The taste, the fire, the desperation, and the reasoning.My consciousness was still high because I could feel the phone vibrating on the table, and I simply got distracted by the cutlery. My thoughts zigzagged through my mind, and they all had only one name. One cause. Apollo Castiello.I was lost; I needed a path and a light, and for a moment, I thought that if I stayed away from him, I’d find my way again. But I was terribly wrong. I couldn’t escape when there was no road. I couldn’t move forward knowing that my heart seemed to be on one of those streets.I took a deep breath and pressed my temples.I had never felt anything like this. And the more I tried to understand it, the more desperate I became. Damn it! He kept calling me, filling
16 - Apollo CastielloThere are few things sadder in this life than watching someone leave after they’ve just walked away, and seeing the distance between your bodies expand until there's nothing left... but empty space and silence.- Someone Like YouIn recent days, I found myself perplexed, immersed in a storm of emotions and reflections. The intensity of the feelings I tried to avoid had surprised me in a way I didn’t expect. I was aware that by giving in to this emotional turmoil, I was being weak, but deep down, there was no regret. Mia had come to fill the gaps that the loss of my mother and Joy had left, and she also brought a new perspective with the unexpected work. She was becoming my escape zone, even if she wasn’t entirely mine.I never imagined I would experience something like this, the agony of sharing moments with someone who was already with someone else. And despite the suffering and the complexities involved, I knew it was part of the path I was walking. The desire
17 – Mia Lauren HudsonI kept you here inside, where almost no one can reach, where few remain. — Dear JohnI needed to stay focused, remain indifferent to the thoughts circling my head. I just needed to occupy my mind. Night was falling, and I was in a room with three people helping me with my clothes, makeup, and hair. It was obvious I could do all that by myself, but I was married to a film director, and I needed to be impeccable that night because I would be by his side.I was very grateful that the cameras didn’t reflect the interior; otherwise, I was a mess. The chaos was present in every organ of mine, especially one that pumped blood. I couldn’t help but think of that fateful afternoon, of Apollo’s surprise and, suddenly, unwanted presence at NewScene.There was no meeting that day, nothing related to our movie, but I had to tell Jamie about my situation that evening. I had to explain to him that I couldn’t be seen with NewScene producers because Bradley still didn’t know abo