sometimes “!!!!!!!!!!!” is a word
MOLLY GORDON in Venice, Italy for Miu Miu Women's Tales at the 81st Venice Film Festival photographed by Emilio Madrid (September 1, 2024)
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two weeks. fourteen days. three hundred and thirty-six hours. that’s how long it’s been since penny last saw her. since she’s heard anything real , anything beyond the few scattered texts that did nothing to quiet the constant knot in her stomach. she’s tried to keep it together — tried to throw herself into work, into anything that might keep her from spiraling. but it’s when she forgets to do her warm-ups before the second act , too distracted checking her phone , that it really hits. when she almost misses four cues in a single performance , her mind anywhere but the stage , that’s when she knows — she can’t keep pretending she’s fine. she has to call again. she’s given drew space. figured there was a reason for the silence , something she shouldn’t push. but that reasoning only gets her so far when it feels like she’s been abandoned — like she’s been led to believe in something , only to be left standing alone. when she’d knocked on drew’s door a few nights ago , her roommates had no real answers for her. now , sitting curled up on her couch, her phone cold and useless in her hands , she gives in. again. she dials. voicemail. again. "hey. i know i said i’d stop calling. and at this point , i get it — you don’t want to talk to me. you want nothing to do with me anymore , fine. but can you just — just give me a sign of life ? please ? i feel like you at least owe me that. just let me know that you’re okay. or if you’re not. just … please , drew. please." by the time she ends the call, her hands are shaking. she stares at her phone for a long moment, then sets it down, swallowing against the lump in her throat.
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