The meeting with the producer goes better than I expect, though it’s not perfect. He doesn’t hand me a lead role—how could he? I’ve been gone for so long, and my reappearance is sudden. But luck seems to favor me, if only a little. One of the main actresses, though not the lead, has fallen critically ill, and they need a replacement. That’s where I come in.He hands me the script, his tone brisk yet encouraging. “We’ve already started shooting,” he says. “We’ll need you ready. We’ll have to reshoot her scenes, but thankfully, it’s early in production, and nothing’s been revealed to the public yet.”I nod, smiling as confidently as I can, though inside, I’m a bundle of nerves.---Now, hours later, I’m back in my room, fresh from a shower and sprawled across my bed. The script sits on the bedside table, untouched, as my thoughts spiral into a familiar storm—him. It’s like every thought, every breath, finds its way back to him.I don’t just want him—I need him. My body, my heart, even m
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