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y/n's pov:
it's morning. i can tell by the sound of the birds chirping through the open window. i'm curled up against a sold, warm, body. walker, by the looks of it. my hands are wrapped tightly with bandages and the covers are around my hips. walkers hands are on the small of my back and mine are pressed against his chest, right over his heart. it beats steady under my fingertips. i could lie like this forever but, the events of last night come flashing back to me. i shove them out of my head. i don't really feel like reliving that right now. i detangle myself from walker, who protests in his sleep, and then head to my room.
momo is curled up in her bed, hair haloed out on the pillow behind her. i smile. i dig some overalls and a tube top (yall are welcome to use whatever outfit you'd like!) out of my suitcase and head to the bathroom to change. while in there, i also brush my teeth, wash my face and apply my first coat of sunscreen for the day, then i tiptoe down the stairs as quietly as i can to the kitchen. i'm fairly certain that i'm the first and only one awake. my internal clock seems very determined to keep my body on the same schedule i had when i woke up early to walk the dogs, back at my nana's. i can't decide whether it's obnoxious or nice. i do like that i can prepare before i have to face everyone after last night. i make myself some avocado toast (or wtv you like) and head out to the dock. when i reach the dock, i sit and slip my legs into the water. i don't know what it is, but i've always felt at home in the water. it's so peaceful this morning. the sun is peeking at me from the mountain peaks. it warms my bare arms and the tops of my thighs. i'm done with my toast, but i don't leave. someone walks out onto the dock beside me. walker. he sits next to me and slips his feet into the lake. our thighs brush and he takes my hand. he traces the ridges of my knuckles. we are silent and still.
"y/n."
"yes, walker?"
"what happened last night?"
i sigh. i saw this conversation coming from a mile away.
"you- you don't have to tell me anything that you don't want to."
i squeeze his hand, "i know, walk, but it's better i get it over with and tell you now, then wait and tell you later."
he nods.
"ok so, the guy who picked up the phone, that was my ex. jack."
"right. i figured as much."
"ok, well, the reason i reacted like that is because...," i trail off, i feel a little nauseous. i swallow the remnants of my breakfast threatening to make a surprise appearance and continue.
