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But Ransom’s world has just tipped upside down now that he’s cut professional ties with his father—I can only imagine how difficult it was for him to do that. Cutting someone out of your life who’s been intertwined with every single career move for twenty years, no matter how toxic, can’t be anything but excruciating to go through.

Maybe what Ransom needs right now is safe.

Maybe it’s all he wants.

Maybe I need to be the one to take a step back here, let him figure things out on his own for a while without me in the mix.

I can be his safe place if that’s what he needs—but I can’t be the one to make that choice for him.

Girl on the VergeReboot Officially Gets Green Light at Fanline!

By Ithaca Alexander // Staff Writer, Arts & Entertainment,Sunset Central

Hot on the heels of today’s breaking news aboutFanline’s acquisition of media giant CMC, a spokesperson at Fanline has officially confirmed recent rumors that beloved teen dramaGirl on the Vergewill be returning with ten brand-new episodes as soon as this fall. Fans all over the world, rejoice: the stars have finally aligned for the reboot we’ve all been asking for!

But what will that look like, exactly?

Details are still being kept under wraps, but for now, the show’s creators—husband-and-wife writing team Dan and Xan Jennings—have dropped a few hints. “We’ve always loved collaborating with our cast,” Xan told us. “You can definitely expect some familiar faces when the new episodes air this fall!”

Expanding on Xan’s comments, Dan added, “We’re looking forward to taking a fresh approach to the themes that have always been the heart of the show.”

The official cast has yet to be confirmed, but it sounds like it’s safe to assume a number of our favorite faces will be gracing our screens once more—but as series regulars or guest stars? We’ll have to wait and see!

Sound off in the comments with your best fan theories; more updates to come, so follow us for the latest!

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The next few days pass in a blur.

Lights, cameras, and long days on set keep me busy enough that I can slip into Honor whenever being Liv feels like too much. We pull a couple of twelve-hour days to make up for lost time, and at the end of the third, we’re all a bit sleep-deprived. Which isn’t to say welookit—no, Emilio and Gretchen and the other hair and makeup artists keep us looking our best, fiction at its finest.

I still haven’t replied to Ransom’s text. He hasn’t sent any follow-ups, either. Every time I open up our text thread, I second-guess myself: it’s possible he’s waiting for me to reach out—but what if he just needs space? I’ve become a sudden expert at avoiding him except where necessary; we’ve knocked out a couple of scenes together, but nothing as intimate as the one I can’t get out of my head.

And ohhhhh, is it ever in my head.

I can’t meet his eyes without remembering that final moment in bed together, before Bryan called cut. I can’t look at Ransom’s hands without feeling the memory of his palms seared into my skin. When he speaks, it isn’t his voice I hear but the silence in between: every unspoken thing I want to say but can’t, every breath that reminds me I could be content forever just being near him—

If that’s something he still wants.

I can’t bring myself to ask. Not knowing isn’t easy, but it’s easierthan it would be to find out that he doesn’t want to try—that he’s considered the risks and decided they aren’t worth it.

Thatwe’renot worth it.

I’m so exhausted, and so in my head, that I don’t notice Sasha-Kate coming around the corner until I slam into her, drenching us both in the frigid iced water I’ve sent sloshing from her glass.

“Hey, watch it!” she says, and just like that I’m pulled right back to the present.

The very cold, very wet present.

“I’m so, so sorry—wait, are you okay?”

Her face is ashen, her impeccable makeup smudged around the eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she snaps, but as soon as the words are out of her mouth, she sighs. In all the years I’ve known her, I’ve never seen her look this tired—or this vulnerable.

She glances over her shoulder. No one’s there to overhear. “I think I’ve made a big mess,” she admits quietly, but doesn’t elaborate. “You should maybe go call your agent.”

My mouth falls open, but before I can figure out how to respond—to all of it—she edges past me and slips into her trailer. She shuts the door behind her, and not gently.

Okay, then.

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