Blank Space (Private)

[Atsuko]

Cause we're young and we're reckless


We'll take this way too far


It'll leave you breathless


Or with a nasty scar


Got a long list of ex-lovers


They'll tell you I'm insane


But I got a blank space baby


And I'll write your name


[blank Space, Taylor Swift]


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Louise Haven decides that it is time to reenter his stopped career, and leaves Piper's summer house in Boston a year after running away. She told him to stay longer until everyone forgot about the horrific murder of the rising top model and the famous photographer. But Louise was not used to calm and boring lifestyle that Boston had for him. Louise returned to Manhattan, only to be turned away by his old fashion agency due to his long unexplained and suspicious absence. With no where else to go, he walked endlessly around Time Square in the rain not knowing if he should return to Boston and give up or just end everything here. All of a sudden, an umbrella covered his head and he came face to face with a beautiful women who was dressed from head to toe with the most expensive brands.

"I choose you."

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Like a stray dog, he was picked up by the strange woman and brought to a large estate to learn that the woman who had picked him up was the heiress to a large fortune. He was transformed into one of the most famous models in New York in return for being completely loyal to his mistress. The mysterious heiress only had three strange rules.

1. Never fall in love with me.


2. Never look at any women other than me.


3. Never lie to me.
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"Break those rules, and you will be nothing but the forgotten name above the next blank space honey."




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[Atsuko]

"What the hell do you mean you 'just can't take me back'?! Sasha ...we've known each other for more than two years...are you seriously telling me that you guys aren't going to take me back just because I was 'absent' for around a year?"


"Look...Louise. You were our top male model. In the past. But you were gone for a year. And especially you should know how bad the competition is in the modeling industry. You may have been the top model in Manhattan a year ago...but darling. You're a little too late."


"Is that it? I've looked into you guys. You haven't had any quality shit dancing into your agency in the past year. You guys are dying. You need me."


"It's because of her. The other reason we can't take you back in. People haven't forgotten that night Louise. She...was our biggest loss. And there are some eyes and voices here that believe it is your fault that we lost her. I am here, trying my best to not believe in such atrocious and crude rumors...but I just can't take you back. This agency can only handle a certain level of toxicity among its workers."


Louise's hands gripped the table tightly, as he slowly pushed away the urge to vomit all over the clean white tile flooring of Sasha de Lavour's well designed office. Just the mention of her...and that night was enough to send triggers of nausea through him.

"Why won't you look at me? You've been growing more distant by the day."

"I've been a little bored," she said, nonchalantly. Her eyelids fluttered open, and her cold grey eyes pierced into him. "I just need something...to make time go by faster."


"Your birthday is coming up. We can do something fun that night."


"Can't. I have a photo shoot till midnight."


"We can do something af-"


"Can't. I'll be tired."


Her pale hand ruffled through his hair, as her crimson-stained lips grazed his forehead. "See you later on the runway darling."



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"Her? I thought I was in New York City. Guess I was in the wrong place. I can't believe that old news is still having such a long lasting effect. Especially in an industry as shallow as this," he mused, as he tried to keep his voice stable.


"...how can you be so cold. She was your lov-"


"A lover. What would you define a lover to be, Madame de Lavour? Unfortunately it seems like in this industry...'love' can't go past a couple intimate touches here and there. Beautiful creatures don't really always have beautiful hearts."


"You actually loved her. You wanted her. Shouldn't you be feeling a bit more...."


"Depressed? How tragic. Life isn't a novel, Sasha. We all need to move on. I came here to get back to my job, not talk about the good old times. If you have nothing for me, I will take my leave." His frigid eyes glanced over her office. "And...you should change up the interior design of this office. Seems like you want something...warmer these days. This white layout just won't do you any good."


"Louise-"


He pushed open the metal doors into the corridor. He couldn't breathe, speak, or stand. People stared at him with strange glances and stifled giggles as he staggered out of the building. He should have known...that this place would only bring back the unnecessary memories.


Move on. Like hell that was going to happen. A screaming police car passed by him, chasing after a running figure. Every night he could still hear the gun shots and her terrified screams. Forever and ever...her ghost would be leaching onto his back whispering the exact same words over and over again.

You are a failure.


Jealous lover.


Uncontrollable beast.


A killer.
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A lost job. A dead lover. Too far away to return back...home. Cold rain poured onto him, sliding down his leather jacket and drenching his messy brown hair. Black umbrellas rose up, and annoyed grumbles passed through the busy crowds.


Maybe it would be easier just to end things here.

"Do you know why New York City is so dangerous?"


Louise chuckled, as he handed her a glass of wine. "Dangerous? Are we going to talk about crime now?"


"It's like a drug...addictive. Once it swallows you up...there is no way out. You need more thrill with each coming day." Her fingers trailed the wrinkles on the silk sheets on the bed. "You won't be able to live once you leave New York City. Memories will haunt you to the point where you will find yourself standing in Time Square again wondering why you ever left."
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He wouldn't be able to breathe...if he went back to that suffocating house back in Boston again. A suicide in Time Square...hit by a car...sober ex-model...


Slowly closing his eyes, he breathed in the smoky air of the city. Cars whizzed before him, angry honks and annoyed curses of pedestrians echoed through the streets...


Just one step.


It would take a while for people to figure out that a body had disappeared beneath the busy parade of cars. Maybe...when traffic got a little slower they would find a crushed and unrecognizable body splattered on the asphalt.


Slowly, he took a large step into the busy street.


If there is a God...throw me down into the flames of Hell.


All of a sudden he couldn't feel the cold rain sliding down his face anymore. He slowly came back to his senses, and all he could hear was the angry curses of drivers and repetitive honks. A black umbrella loomed over his head, and a small pale hand held it up.


He turned his head to face a woman with flaming red locks and merciless silver eyes. Her red lips were pursed into a small smirk, as she pushed back a lock of loose hair behind her ear.

"A little careless with your steps aren't you darling," she chuckled.

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