MORE THAN ONE SOULMATE... ( Sarah Paulson )

XVI - Terms and Conditions

Sarah's POV

The sun was beginning to set in the horizon and setting fire to the colours of the sky, performing a spectacle that you watched attentively while Diane drove you both back home. Unlike the chatty drive of earlier on your way to the dorms, this was the complete opposite, there was total silence inside the car from the moment you got in and it has not changed since.

Diane knew better than to try and uplift you. She could read the restless quietness of your spirit, transpiring your disappointment of not having found (Y/n) and the despair of not knowing what else to do about it. The powerlessness written all over your face in tears bound to be cried at any second.

The thought of your beloved one eventually going 'home' to find another woman's reassuring arms and not yours, broke your heart. Martina would greet her... Something about that young woman made you deeply suspicious. She seemed incredibly nice, and you could see why Diane was really into her from the first interaction, but other thoughts kept lingering on your mind. 'Was she interested in (Y/n)? Had something happened between them?' It was just a feeling you did not seem to be able to shake off, and the more you thought about it, the more you tried to convince yourself she was, in fact, just a roommate. However, that did not avoid your mind from getting filled with the most undesirable thoughts, 'how she was walking around her bedroom in just a robe, how she had called you up on going through (Y/n)'s desk, how she didn't share (Y/n)'s number, was her tone annoyed when she mentioned (Y/n) sleeping somewhere else?' And the worst of all, was that even if they were, or had been a thing, you were in no place to make demands or ask for explanations, even less so now...

As you turn your head to Diane, wanting to ask her if she felt Martina might have been hiding something, you rapidly stop yourself knowing Diane would say your mind is overanalysing and extrapolating things without knowing the context, which was fair enough....

As you arrive to your home street, in the distance you can see someone sitting at your doorstep, and the whole silence was only broken by a loud whisper. - "Oh my god!!" - Followed by loud actual repetitive yells. – "Pull over!! Pull over!! That's her, sitting at my entrance." - your hands start to unbuckle your seat belt faster than light, while the car is still moving towards the house, which makes Diane turn her head urgently to meet your sightline. – "Pull over Diane, NOW!!" – You keep on screaming and hitting the car tablier, until she finally does so in safety.

- "Alright, alright... Easy!! I'm pulling over! Sarah!" – That's the last thing you hear after having open the door and started running to the entrance of your own house.

(Y/n)'s POV

You had been walking around the city all afternoon. Ever since you left before you and Sarah had lunch, your feet just wandered around the concrete pavement and under the LA sun, without really knowing where to go or even where you were going, and your body just followed them without even realizing its movement while your brain tried to make peace with the idea that getting involved with Sarah had been a mistake from the beginning.

It was loads of information for you to deal with. The age difference and the relationship she had told you about, was already a lot, and now she happens to be worldwide famous and keeping it a secret... In fairness, deep down you knew it was not the fame that had you spitting fire the way you did, it was the fact that she had hidden that from you. Maybe the explosive mix of the two combined...

Nonetheless while walking away and burning the soles of your feet in the process, you kept pondering every argument Sarah had given you, re-living and reexperiencing that fiery fight over and over again in your mind, each time with a little less adrenaline and a little more perspective.