SP Characters Song One-Shots

Lost on you (Cordelia)

Dedicated to my homie who's been playing this on a loop 💚

Song: 🎶Lost on you🎶 by LP

TW: smoking, drinking, and cheating

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Push pull, push pull, push pull.

That's all that's required to work a seesaw, the task might be tiring at times but it takes two.

My seesaw was not operating, it seems to be one sided I can't make it through.

This is how I can best describe my current love life.

The love of life and I have been together for 6 years, married for 2 of them.

It was always push and pull, maybe a few tough pulls or pushes but there was always the two of us to work it.

Now there seems to be three.

Misty.

Misty Day, a sweet, pure, gentle, beautiful women has entered my life and re entered my lovers.

I have always know of Misty, my love told me about her, their past, h-her love.

She's back.

I couldn't be happier for Misty, the girl had been though so much pain but I can't help but have some resentment.

My relationship is now challenged, Cordelia has assured me that this is untrue, but her actions don't match her words.

I've never had issues with words, they ment so much to me but now they don't. I've learned I can't believe words, there's a hidden meaning or lie behind them.

I don't think I can remember what moment made me realize that, what I do remember is the last time my wife told me she loved me and ment it.

It was the day before the healer arrived.

After 6 wonderful years I've grown, but I feel I have hitting a wall. When you get older, plainer, saner, will you remember all the danger we came from?

My memories I hold fade and are replaced with distrust and fabrication.

I stare at the ceiling now waiting for my love to come to bed.

'I'll be up in a bit y/n' she spoke to me 2 hours ago as she giggled away with Misty.

I can't lay here, it's doing me no good I need a distraction, being trapped and alone with my loud thoughts is going to drive me mad.

I get up wrapping my robe around myself, the ground was cold as was the air as it but at my bare skin.

Although it was cold I felt heat.

Burning like embers, falling, tender longing for the days of no surrender years ago and will you know.

It's constant, everlasting these past weeks, the fire won't settle, it just grows. More and more flue thrown into it.

As I creep down the stairs to the green house I hear the canjian accent and the soft hum of Cordelia.

Shit, I go to the front of the house swing the porch light on?

Opening the door my eyes land directly on Maddison quickly scrambling to put out her cigarette.

"Shit I-"

I put my hand up silently silencing her, "pass me one" Madison face contorts as she prepares for a scolding and didn't revive one. "So smoke 'em if you got 'em 'cause it's going down. As soon as this packs done so are you."