The recording studio was in full swing. The dim lighting created intriguing shadows on the walls covered in gold and platinum records. Verosika Mayday, with her unmistakable pink hair and confident gaze, was working on her latest song. Her retinue of succubi and her faithful bodyguard, Vortex, moved with precision and efficiency around her.
Verosika was wearing a studded black leather jacket, a crop top that showed off her toned midriff, and tight pants that showed off her figure. Her lips, painted an intense red, stood out against her pale-skinned face. However, today she was not alone. Next to her was Vanessa, her new girlfriend.
Vanessa had a slender figure, black hair tied in a high ponytail, and green eyes full of mischief. Her mannerisms were similar to Blitzo's: carefree and full of arrogant confidence. Her presence did not go unnoticed by the rest of the entourage.
Coco and Apple, inseparable as always, stood together, their hands intertwined. Coco, with her short brown hair, and Apple, with her long blonde hair exchanged meaningful glances before approaching Verosika.
"Verosika," Apple began, her voice soft but full of curiosity, "have you noticed how much Vanessa looks like... you know, Blitzo?"
Verosika turned to look at her, frowning.
-That? —She responded, her tone defensive. Do not be ridiculous. Vanessa looks nothing like Blitzo.
Kiki, with her blue hair and his mischievous attitude, adjusted the microphone while he listened to the conversation.
"Come on, Verosika," Kiki said, with a crooked smile. They have the same attitude and the same bad jokes.
—What does a fish do in water? —Vanessa intervened, with a smile—. Nothing!
Verosika shook her head, crossing her arms.
"That's just a coincidence," she insisted.
Vortex, the imposing figure of him, covering almost the entire door of the study, stepped forward. Her dark skin and his bright eyes showed concern.
"Boss," he said in his deep, calm voice, "we've all noticed it." Maybe you should think about it.
Verosika felt a pang in her heart. There was something in Vortex's words that resonated deeply with her, but he refused to admit it. She felt that she had control over her feelings, that Blitzo was part of a closed past.
Josh, with his disinterested attitude and his disheveled brown hair, looked directly at Verosika.
"Maybe you still have feelings for Blitzo," he said bluntly, "and Vanessa is your way of trying to replace what you lost."
Vanessa frowned, stepping forward to defend herself.
-One moment! Vanessa exclaimed, her voice firm. I am not a copy of anyone. I am my own person, with my own bad jokes and my own attitude. I'm not here to replace anyone, I'm here because I want to be with Verosika.
Silence fell over the studio. Verosika felt the pressure of all his gazes on her. Vanessa, who had been watching silently, stepped forward. Her green eyes locked onto Verosika's as she took her hand.
"I'm not Blitzo," Vanessa said, her voice firm but understanding. I don't want to be. I'm here because I want to be with you, Verosika.
Before Verosika could respond, the door to the study burst open. Everyone turned to see Blitzo, with his red jacket and typical casual air of his, enter the room.
—Hey, Verosika! —Blitzo exclaimed, with a mocking smile—. Would you mind if…?
His words stopped when he saw Vanessa. The room was filled with palpable tension. Verosika remained silent, her eyes fixed on Blitzo, while a voice inside her whispered uncomfortable truths.
You still love him, right? She said to herself. You always have. Vanessa is just a reflection, a shadow of what you lost.
Blitzo frowned at Vanessa, and then looked at Verosika; her smile slowly fading.
"Well, this is… awkward," he finally said, crossing his arms.
Verosika felt like time stopped. The resemblance between Blitzo and Vanessa was undeniable, and for the first time, she couldn't deny it anymore. A wave of repressed feelings flooded her heart.
"Blitzo..." Verosika murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
Vanessa looked at Verosika with a mixture of understanding and sadness. Without saying a word, she let go of Verosika's hand and took a step back.
"I think they need to talk," Vanessa said softly, heading toward the door.
Verosika watched her go, her heart pounding. She then turned her gaze from her to Blitzo, who was watching her with an unreadable expression.
—Verosika? —Blitzo asked, his voice softer than usual.
Vanessa stopped at the door and turned, looking at Verosika with eyes full of sadness.
—I can never compete with him, right? She said, her voice shaking slightly. I will always be Blitzo's shadow for you.
Verosika was overcome with guilt and sadness. She approached Vanessa and hugged her, feeling her tears burning der in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Vanessa," Verosika whispered. I did not mean to hurt you.
Vanessa nodded and gave him one last kiss, a kiss full of farewell and understanding. Then, she turned away from her and left the studio, leaving Verosika and Blitzo alone.
Blitzo slowly approached Verosika, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.
—Verosika? —She said again, more softly.
Verosika looked at him, her heart torn between the past and the present.
"Maybe I still have feelings for you," she finally admitted, her voice breaking. I didn't realize how much I miss you until now.
Blitzo sighed, approaching her.
—Verosika, you have always been special to me. Maybe I didn't know how to show it correctly, but... I miss you too.
Verosika felt tears burning in her eyes, but she forced herself to smile.
—I guess we're a mess, right?
Blitzo let out a bitter laugh.
—Yes, but maybe we can be a disaster together.
Verosika nodded, feeling that, for the first time in a long time, she had taken a step toward reconciliation with her past and her heart. With Blitzo by her side, maybe she would find a way to heal the wounds and build something new.