Tatum Preston (26) has been to hell and back. Now living in the city of Los Angeles in 2021 with her best friend Francesca (26), everything she's ever worked for hanging on by a thread and to no fault of her own. Dancers have a shelf life you see...
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Sept 27th 8:38 PM
(A little over one month later)
A few weeks had passed but nothing had really changed.
I'd been to ACL and performed at my last festival for the year. I had art on the walled of my apartment that Awsten had helped me hang.
The record he had gotten me for my birthday was even on display in my room.
I hadn't heard much about Cailey...
Awsten was leaving tomorrow for tour. We were in our final hours.
I sat on his bed and his suitcase was beside me on the floor half full. The duffle bag he had too was already stuffed.
He was almost all packed up. It was getting real.
I'd be dropping him off in the early morning and saying bye.
"Babe?" Awsten asked as he walked out of his closet with a red sweatshirt in his hands. "You want this one while I'm gone?"
"Mhm." I nodded quickly and took it from him as he handed it over, looking at his suitcase on the floor that was filled beside us to see what he had in there.
"You're being quiet."
"You're leaving me." I frowned. "How am I going to cope?"
"Lots of texts and FaceTime calls," He walked over so he was in front of me where I sat on his bed. "I imagine you'll probably come over and actually spend a few nights in my bed."
"Mhm, yeah, I definitely will." I nodded quickly, taking his hand into mine. "What day do you fly home again?"
"November 19th." A deep breath escaped my lips and he slipped his free hand onto my cheek. "It's going to be fine. You'll see me in a few of weeks."
"I know."
"I'll try and check in with you before every show. The first few days will be easier with press interviews and stuff. That'll be easier.
"Yeah...and it's like an eight hour difference."
"I'll be going to bed while it's still mid afternoon here - willing I actually sleep. I'll definitely be taking some NyQuil to crash."
"Watch you fall asleep while we're on the phone."
"I just might." He laughed a little.
"Can we talk about something?" I asked and broke our gaze.
"Uh oh." I saw his face change. "What's up?"
I sighed and took a deep breath, feeling a pit of nerves in my stomach.
