A Thousand Times Goodbye to a Memory that Remains

Unforgiven~

The party began to fall stagnant when the clock struck 3. Most were asleep on floors or couches, if they were still there that is- most people began leaving an hour or two before.

Y/n was still energetic (she's the therapist friend so like she always has to put on a fake smiles and help people because she's really selfless) and couldn't sleep. She began to wander around the house looking for another person who could be awake.

After a few minutes, she found Joan. Joan was awake and playing the guitar for some other girl.

'Goddamn lesbos...' y/n thinks to herself.

Y/n had thought that she wasn't homophobic anymore since she became a feminist but watching Joan flirt with this other girl filled her with some form of indescribable rage.

Y/n slowly trotted over,

"What are you doing with her" y/n attempted to act casual but failed

"Oh this is my friend Lindsey-" Joan started but was interrupted

"A better name for her would be turpis which means ugly in Latin"

...

"Cause she ugly"

...

The girl promptly bursts into tears and begins explaining her struggles with her appearance since her dad used to make her shave her eyebrows everytime she failed a test and also would cut her hair and pluck out her teeth but honestly y/n was just staring at how hot Joan is.

Joan's hair was really well kept and her clothes were sharp... y/n felt like she should be jealous but Joan was just too hot to be jealous of.

All of Turpis's whining was really getting to y/n's head so she began kicking her in the face and watching as her teeth got pushed further and further into her mouth as her shoe was not covered in blood. Eventually her cries and whines stopped and she slumped over after y/ns force stopped.

Joan was just kinda staring in shone before y/n sat down next to Joan, in between her and the limp body.

"Now that we're alone..." y/n started,

Joan's expression was one foreign to y/n but most normal people would identify it with disgust (y/n knows what disgust is but canonically no one can feel disgusted towards her since she's perfect so it doesn't matter what her face is or thoughts because Joan has no jurisdiction about her fate because y/n is the ruler and kinda a dictator and maybe even a god I guess it just depends on your viewpoint).

Y/n stared into Joan's eyes and felt like there was home... with Joan... though she became a little hesitant when she remembered that Lesbians are lowkey like the most irrelevant part of the gay community and nobody really cares about lesbians but that's okay because Joan isn't just a lesbian she's also hot.

"I wanna take you away from all this..." Joan started,

Y/n was stunned... "what do you mean?"

"You... you're a good person and I feel like... this" she gestures vaguely around her "isn't good for you. You and I should like... go off somewhere. Get our lives together," Joan sounded timid for the first time.

Timid or not, Joan was right. Eighteen years old is a pivotal moment in one's life and wasting it in some greasy loser's house who is technically a musician but has yet to even mention his music isn't really the best route.

"I-I would like that,"

"Yea?"

"Yea."

...

Within a few moments, they had packed up what little y/n had brought with her to James's house and crammed it into Joan's car.

Y/n didn't bother saying goodbye... What good were they? Lars is a weird gay cannibal and the rest aren't really worth mentioning cause that would be too much brain power for y/n.

Also, even though she's running away with Joan because she's hot, she is also running away because she is both a murder and a cannibal and that doesn't really hold up well in court.

Y/n looks out of the window as they drive... away... far away... and never come back.