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Lynn and Alexa. Alexa and Lynn. No matter how you put it, they sounded right together. Like peanut butter and jelly, they had seemed perfect for each other. Alexa thought it was a relationship meant to last forever. Hell, everyone did--except Lynn Gunn.

The thing about Lynn was that she had never really been one for commitment. She had always been a wildfire; something that couldn't be controlled, that would destroy everything in its path before moving on. It's just a shame that it took Alexa so long to realize that she would be one of the things that the girl she was in love with would burn through.

Alexa curled in tighter on herself as she thought of all the nights that her and Lynn would spend entangled on this bed, making empty promises of the future as they stayed up much later than they should have and held each other as if they could float away at any given moment.

Her favorite nights were the nights where it would storm. Lynn was terrified of storms, and they would snuggle closer than ever, and Alexa loved knowing that she could comfort the girl of her dreams when she got upset. Lynn had never specified why she was so scared of storms, but Alexa had figured it out all too late that it was because Lyndsey Gunnulfsen was a storm in herself.

Alexa wasn't sure if Lyndsey was scared of them because she didn't want to recognize that she was a storm wearing a lovely face, or if she was terrified that someone would be able to see through her smiles and see her for what she truly was--pure chaos.

Lynn Gunn was the epitome of a perfect description of a hurricane, or at least in Alexa's point of view. She had been beautiful while she lasted, but when she was gone, it was clear the type of devastation and heartbreak she had left behind her, a trail of the horrors she had caused without guilt, without regret. She was beautiful flashes of lightning across the dark sky. She was the sound of rain hitting the pavement, the walls, the roof. She was the dark clouds blanketing the sky. She was the feeling of wind on your skin. But more than all of that, she was the destruction that left people much worse off than they had ever been before.

Lynn Gunn had been a storm, and there was no doubt about it. She had been beautifully short-lived.

Alexa remembered the day that she had gotten the call more vividly than any other in her life. She had been walking along the sidewalk on her way home from her job. She had gotten takeout for her and Lynn, as was customary for their Thursday nights. Takeout, movie, snuggle time, sleep. It was a routine, but it was one that Alexa loved. She should have known that Lynn was bored of it, for Lynn hated any sort of routine or system.

She had been happy to get a call from Lynn, and she had answered the phone with a chipper, "hey babe, when do you think you'll be home?"

The naive girl hadn't even noticed anything off until she heard her girlfriend make a sound disagreement on her end of the line, "I don't think I'll be coming home."

Just like that. She had said it in such a light tone, breaking Alexa's heart as if it had been nothing. "What do you mean?" she had choked out, although she was sure she knew what she meant. They always spent Thursday nights together, and if Lynn wasn't coming home on a Thursday, it could only mean one thing.

"We're over. This went on for far longer than I expected. I'm sorry that you got caught in the crosshairs of this," she stated, but they both knew that she didn't feel a shred of guilt. Not a bit.

"Don't be," Alexa managed to stutter out, adding on more hesitantly, "I love you. Did you ever love me?"

"I did," she admitted, which made Alexa feel a tiny bit better. That was until she continued, "but not like you. I couldn't handle marrying you, or living with you forever. I'm sorry for that."

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