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starve // amy march
Little Women - One Sided Amy March x Reader, Amy March x Laurie Laurence, angst Summary: Amy introduced you to her long-time friend, Laurie. She smiled (and it was in her eyes, then, that insatiable hunger you had been warned about), taking him in a turn around the studio the two of you worked in. 
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Your mother told you (once upon a time, when you were a dreamer) that all artists starved. They starved because they had no food in their stomach, they starved because they didn’t have inspiration, or they starved from a lack of love. You had rolled your eyes, back then and said that she had met too many musicians and not enough painters.
But you were starving, now, and you could hear her smug whispers of ‘I told you so’ as you worked alongside your eternal source of suffering.
Amy March could paint her world in the most stunning scenes. Even though she had only been in Europe for a few months at most, she seemed to understand its romance and elegance, and capture it in her work. No matter what she did or how she did it, she left you in awe.
She was truly an artist, you believed. Did she starve, as well?
Your love for her was like a fire; hard to temper and consuming of all energy you had. You had become friends so soon after her arrival that when you started to feel the inexplicable pull of love on your heartstrings, you thought it was fate. How comfortable she was in your presence. He she laughed, and moved as though in a dance, one you could join her in as she learned all that this place had to offer. How perfect it had seemed, for that short time she was with you. You fancied your mother to be a fool; how could you starve, when Amy filled you so completely?
But then the tides changed and you found yourself washed up onto the cold banks of reality.
Amy introduced you to her long-time friend, Laurie. She smiled (and it was in her eyes, then, that insatiable hunger you had been warned about), taking him in a turn around the studio the two of you worked in. 
If you had looked closer, you would have seen Laurie in her work, and known you were too late to enter the race for her heart. In every still life, one could find his black curls, brown skin, and dark eyes*. It was clear who had stolen the heart of Amy March, especially in the days that followed.
A tempest seemed to follow Laurie, and Amy was inextricably entangled in it, her love drowning in his sorrow for another. You noticed the shadows under his eyes, the regret that kept his storms firmly on the ground, there it caused the most damage to those around you. You watched as Amy floundered in this sorrow until she could reach him and deliver her calm.
Your hunger ate at you, bit by bit. Your starving days had begun slowly at first, then all at once.
Laurie was kind, when he wasn’t suffering. He and Amy told you stories about his love for another. You had noticed her bitterness then, and wanted to believe it was sister rivalry that drew out her ire. At the time, there was no reality in which Amy could be taken from you - especially from a man who did not yet love her.
Time slowly became your enemy, and you could not deny Amy her love. Laurie grew to love the youngest March the way she had always loved him. Her painting mocked you at every turn, you art became frustrating and dull. You agony ripped at every edge. You starved yourself on her love.
Is this what it feels like to starve, mother? Is this what it feels like to love? Is this what it feels like to loose everything you had once dreamed so clear?
Take it. You wished to starve no longer.
*In the books, Laurie is described as looking that way! “Curly black hair, brown skin,” and “big black eyes.” That’s why I was a little disappointed that in the 2019 Little Women (which said it was the new, progressive Little Women) we didn’t have someone of color play Laurie. It cold have added extra dimension to his character and would have made the story more interesting, in my opinion. And that’s the tea.
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