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So what message is he sending (the no touching) if he and C aren’t together? As per C she is engaged to T, right. We can speculate all we want, make up stories based on our imagination and interpretation of things we don’t really know the details of. But they re not together romantically-they have both said out loud. And if they “lie” then all they say is suspect, don’t you think? What is a lie no what is not? Maybe “we are together” is a lie too.

Nonnie, IMO, I don’t think this about lying or truth or what message S/C are trying to send, this is work. 100% business. It’s hard to wrap our heads around the Hollywood lifestyle or culture, it is so foreign to us not in the industry. When it comes to S/C, most tend to react emotionally to what is just plain ole business. 

They are both under contract to do, say and behave as they are instructed. They are selling a product, an image, it’s not personal, it’s work. It’s what they get paid to do. You can’t take it personally, work and their personal lives are two different things, put into two different boxes. Departmentalising is not an easy thing to do, but if you can do it, this whole thing is not so murky.

Fake relationships, fake engagements all standard Hollywood practice. If they do decide to do a revel or they get caught I don’t think it will damage their careers to much. Look at Paul Newman and Joanna Woodward, and more recently Michelle Williams, all came out unscathed with careers in tact. 

I’m not saying it’s right or condoning this type of lifestyle, god knows I couldn’t and wouldn’t do it. You don’t have to like it or agree with it, most of us don’t understand it, but it is what it is, and has been this way for decades. It’s not about to change any time soon.

“We are together” and “Me too” were genuine, organic reactions. This is where departmentalising helps, yes it was a work event, but he’s also human. And at the end of the day you can’t hide or fake body language. I’m sure he doesn’t  realise that when C’s name is said his face lights up, it’s an unconscious reaction he has no control over, and you can’t script a response to a question you didn’t know was going to be asked. 

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Adrenaline propelled her through a thicket of
trees, sharp limbs snagging on her, snapping against her face. She couldn’t
afford to look back, to lose her momentum or risk stumbling, and a scream
echoed inside as she imagined them closing in. Keep going. A living
flame, her lungs burned and her muscles stretched tight, begging for more
oxygen. That sound she heard was her own voice, a whimper punctuating each
desperate footfall.

Half-sliding down a hill, Claire’s feet skidded
in the wet grass. Her backpack thudded incessantly against her lower back. How
long have I run? How can I run before my body collapses and they descend upon

Her muscles began to cramp. Her side, then her
legs. She needed water and rest. A thick, heavy tree afforded shade and she
fell against the trunk, stilling herself to listen for any signs of her
pursuers. No sounds, save the whistle and crackle of leaves caught in the wind,
and a crossbill singing above her. She slumped, her breathing finally slowing
and took careful sips from her canteen, letting the cool water run slow down
her burning throat.

The minutes ticked by and she began to take in
her surroundings. The rough, dramatic land rose and fell around her. The last
time she had any sense of direction was when she ran from the hospital in
Inverness to the helicopter, her last dreadful moments before the earth fell

She couldn’t be too far from Inverness. South
seemed the sensible direction. Frank’s watch was clasped snuggly over her
wrist. She removed it and held it flat in her palm, then slowly turned until
the hour hand faced the sun, only a hint of it visible through the clouds. “South
should be…” She moved her other hand, pointing to the space between twelve and
the hour hand. “…that way.” A nifty trick she’d picked up from her days
traveling with her uncle on archaeological digs. A smile grew on her face
imagining what he’d say if he saw her now.

As she strapped the watch back on her wrist, a
gust of wind blew stray strands of hair over her face and she peeled them away.
How strange, to suddenly be thrust into the world that she’d dreamed of for so
long. To have all the elements immediately and boisterously making themselves
known to her senses. Her heart sped up and vibrated in her chest.


That’s not my heart.

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