In Between

When There's No One Else To Say

It had been a few days since Y/N last had a real conversation with Walker. Tension simmered just beneath the surface, and the feeling of distance between them only seemed to grow wider. They were on set now, filming one of the larger scenes of the day, but her mind was elsewhere.

Leah was sitting beside Y/N, scrolling through her phone during a short break in shooting. "Oh, did you hear about Walker and Lacy?" Leah asked, her voice casual.

Y/N's heart dropped, and she forced herself to keep her tone neutral. "What about them?"

Leah glanced up, surprised that Y/N didn't know. "They're, like, totally together now. I thought everyone knew." She shrugged, leaning in slightly as if it were some juicy secret. "I saw them kissing outside the trailers yesterday. Guess they've been dating for a while, but I didn't realize they were going public."

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut, her breath catching in her throat. Walker and Lacy... together. She felt the blood drain from her face as her mind struggled to process what Leah had just said.

Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, a sickening feeling spreading through her. Walker, the same person who had held her after the panic attack, who had looked at her like she meant the world to him—was dating Lacy.

Leah frowned slightly, noticing Y/N's sudden change in expression. "Hey, are you okay?"

Y/N couldn't respond. She stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor, and mumbled something about needing fresh air before she hurried out of the room. Her legs felt unsteady as she walked through the set's hallways, her vision blurring with unshed tears.

*Walker and Lacy?* It didn't make any sense. Or maybe it did—maybe she had just been too blind to see it.

She turned a corner, intending to find a quiet place to breathe, but what she saw made her heart stop cold.

There, in a shadowed alcove just outside the set, Walker and Lacy stood together, talking in hushed voices. His hand was on her waist, and before Y/N could even process what was happening, Walker leaned down and kissed Lacy, his touch tender and familiar.

Y/N's world shattered.

She couldn't move. The scene in front of her felt unreal, like watching someone else's life fall apart. But it wasn't someone else—it was hers.

The pain was unbearable, stabbing at her chest, her stomach twisting into knots. She didn't want to believe it, but there was no denying what she saw. Walker was with Lacy, and everything between them—everything she thought they had—had been a lie.

Before either of them could notice her, Y/N turned and walked away, her pace quickening with every step. She didn't know where she was going, but she couldn't stay there, not when the weight of what she had just seen was threatening to crush her.

Finally, she found a small empty room off the hallway, and without thinking, she pushed the door open and slipped inside. The tears she had been holding back began to fall freely now, hot and fast. She leaned against the wall, sliding down until she sat on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest.

She couldn't stop the sobs that tore through her.

All those moments she thought meant something—every look, every touch, every time he made her feel special—it all felt like a cruel joke now.