March 30.
Billy trailed kisses down her stomach, gently touching every part of her, each kiss growing more intense with every breath. In one mont, she tried to pull away, to resist, but the sensation of his lips on her body overwheld her, and she clutched his hands tightly. With each kiss, she felt herself losing control, teetering on the edge of madness. Anne tried to scream.
-More, -she whispered.
Her green-brown eyes imagined the pleasure taking over, an all-consuming force, sothing more than just desire—a power over her that was undeniable.
-More,- she gasped again.
He gripped her hips and pulled her close. The pressure beca too much, snapping her back to reality. A sharp sound, a knock, broke the mont, pulling her away from the bliss she was wrapped in. It felt almost accidental, like a sudden interruption, pushing her back into the mundane chaos of her everyday life.
She swung the door open, shouting over the noise of the children running through the house, her mont shattered.
-Quiet down! Can’t you see I’m trying to catch my breath here?- Anne was overwheld, her frustrations bubbling to the surface.
-Dear, you're more worked up than usual,- comnted her grandmother from the far end of the hallway, her tone distant but calm.
-I’ve got a lot on my mind. And yesterday’s work nearly split my head open. Every morning, the sa yelling and chaos. It’s only six in the morning, and school doesn’t start until nine! Why must you all start hamring away like this at the crack of dawn?- Anne’s voice broke with the weight of her frustration.
-Ah, there she goes again,- sighed the grandmother, shaking her head.
Anne stord off to the shower, her body still burning from the lingering sensations.
***
Billy, on set, was imrsed in his work, throwing himself into the role. The intensity of the scene mirrored his focus, each take demanding more than the last.
-Take six! -
INT. GATTACA - COMPUTER COMPLEX. NIGHT.
The computer complex was empty and dimly lit. JERO cast one last look around the room. Sitting at the terminal, he played a final sequence of his path through the stars, the journey he was about to take.
He noticed a key was missing from the keyboard. Realizing its significance, he stood up, ready to leave.
INVESTIGATOR
Vincent...
Jero froze at the sound of his na, his true na.
Slowly, he turned to face the man who had called him. The Investigator stepped out from the shadows.
INVESTIGATOR
What are you running from, Vincent?
JERO
(calmly)
From Vincent.
The two n faced each other for the first ti in a long while. The Investigator was stunned by the face staring back at him, barely able to believe what he saw.
INVESTIGATOR
Has it been so long that you don’t even rember ?
JERO
(nodding toward the Investigator’s badge)
Maybe it’s you... who’s forgotten?
(looking at him)
What are you doing here, Anton?
The truth beca evident—the Investigator was his brother, Anton.
ANTON
I could ask you the sa.
(glancing at the impressive complex)
I belong here. You don’t.
Jero smirked.
JERO
Do you believe that?
ANTON
(ignoring the comnt, extending his hand)
Co with now, Vincent. You've gone as far as you can.
JERO
(looking toward the stars)
There are still millions of miles left to go.
ANTON
(firmly) "It’s over."
JERO
(shaking his head)
Is that the only way you know how to win, Anton? By finding again?
ANTON
It’s for the best.
JERO
(getting angrier)
God, even you want to tell what I can’t do. Haven’t you figured it out yet, Anton? I don’t need rescuing. But you did once.
The mory hurt Anton.
JERO
(taunting)
So, what now? You have all the answers, right? How can that be?
ANTON
(steadfast)
I didn’t lose that day. I beat myself.
JERO
And who are you trying to convince?
ANTON
I’ll prove it. Co swim with , Vincent. Now... tonight.
Jero looked at Anton with a knowing smile.
A phone rang sowhere in the vast space of Gattaca. The echo was perfect. "Take six" was approved, after a long day of work.
-Cut!- called the director, ready to move on to the next scene.
**
Anne drove with frustration gripping the wheel, the music blaring, trying to escape the day’s chaos. She had left work early with one goal in mind. Margot raised an eyebrow as she passed, but said nothing, sensing the turmoil.
-I’m sorry, but you can’t co in, - said a man, standing at the entrance.
Anne’s eyes narrowed in anger. She stepped toward him, pointing her finger accusingly.
-Listen, pal, I don’t doubt your job, but I do doubt your brain. Now, do what you're supposed to, because my patience is running thin, - she snapped, her temper barely contained.
Anne’s commanding presence was undeniable, and five minutes later, she walked in, still fuming. She sat down, her mind swirling, exhaustion finally pulling her into a nap.
Billy arrived later, fresh from a long swim. He saw her there, the blonde woman fast asleep on the bed.
-Anne, wake up, - he whispered, gently shaking her.
-Anne, wake up, - he said again, nudging her softly.
She stirred, her hair tousled.
-I must have fallen asleep, - she muttered.
-Yeah, the guard said a lioness stord onto the set earlier. You caused quite the impression—they won’t be telling you ‘no’ again anyti soon, - Billy teased, handing her a bottle of water.
She drank, her thoughts racing, but her mind felt blank.
-I think I’m going to quit, - Anne said suddenly.
-What? What are you talking about, Anne? - Billy asked, concerned.
-I can’t do this anymore. The company, the pressure—it’s all too much. I feel like I’m suffocating, - she said, her voice trembling with panic.
Billy sighed, realizing Monica had been right. She had seen the cracks forming before anyone else.
-Monica told , Anne, - Billy said, moving closer. -Don’t run away. She knows what you're going through, and she knows what you’re capable of handling. -
His words, though gentle, struck deep. Billy pulled Anne into his arms, holding her tightly. Tears welled up in her eyes, her pride crumbling in the safety of his embrace.
-She said I could be with you, as long as it stayed... just this, - Billy murmured.
Anne tried to respond, but the words got lost in her throat. She felt vulnerable, like a deer caught in headlights.
-I want to quit, - she whispered again.
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