Somebody Else - (RML fanfic)

Chapter 15

The first thing I saw when I woke up the next morning was another Instagram photo of Rocky and Anna. This time, it was on his account, though. The two of them were sitting at a restaurant in Seoul, and the post showed underneath the table, where they showed off their matching grey Converse shoes.

The next thing I saw was a short, slightly cryptic, text from my roommate.

Alexis: "When you get back, I want to try something. It may help."

Me: "If this is a plan to break those two up, I want out."

Alexis: "Lmao chill. It's not."

Today was my last day in the city. Tonight, I fly back to LA. The day went by fast. I spent it simply going by old places from when I was younger. I love Manhattan with all my heart, but I miss California. It's time for me to go home.

*****

After a long flight—which departed at 2:00 in the morning, I found myself sitting in the airport in Dallas, tired and homesick. I figured I'd be stuck here for another few hours, so I wandered around a bit in search of food. As I did, I came to another sight that sank my heart: a Korean Airlines flight, preparing to depart for Seoul. For a split second, I wanted to get on that plane, and go to Rocky. If his heart can't find mine again, maybe I could go find his. I knew I could never, and I would never, though.

Our love has gone cold, you're intertwining your soul with somebody else....

I took a quick seat by that gate—mostly because it was close to where I was. I pulled my phone out and took a quick look at Instagram. As my luck would have it, the first thing that showed up was a video from Anna. She was with Rocky, running around Seoul. He was carrying her on his back, while her legs were wrapped around his waist.......The way he used to carry me around.

I repeated the video multiple times, letting out a quiet groan each time. Watching those two together hurt, but he's so happy, so should I be happy for him? Does wanting him make me selfish? I felt so convicted and unsure of what I actually wanted.

*****

Hours later, my flight for L.A. departed. I stared down at the ground below me, watching the shadow of the aircraft pass over the landscape. Skylines and landscapes have always made me happy. They're so beautiful. They're what made me fall in love with photography. From there, my mind wandered to wondering what made me fall in love with other things too. My mind nearly wandered off to what made me fall in love with Rocky, but luckily, I stopped myself before that could happen. I let out a sigh, and thought, I really hope Alexis's idea helps.

*****

Later, I finally arrived in my home again. My roommate immediately greeted me with news, and that simple idea.

"Alright, Brooke," she began. "Tell me everything serious that ever happened between you two."

My eyes widened. "How is this going to help? Or do you just want a peek into what our sex life was like?"

"Back it up," she said, slightly annoyed. "That doesn't necessarily mean sex. Emotional times, serious conversations," she explained.
"Are you going to tell me about you and Dean's?" I questioned.
"Maybe.... depends on how much you open up about Broocky."
I rolled my eyes. "Fine," I groaned. "Where do I start, though?"
"Do it chronologically."

I was sure to find a comfortable position on the couch, knowing we would be here a while. "Well, when we first started dating, we didn't act like a serious relationship. We were just young lovers being young lovers, but, eventually, we got to a point where we knew we were serious. Yeah, I remember that exact moment it hit me. The two of us were having a little chat about what we wanted for the future.

"Rocky and I are two very driven people, when we reach, we reach high, and know exactly what we want. I had dreams of sharing my photos with the world, and he dreamt of sharing his music. I felt like.....like that was something we connected about." I took a long pause. "It felt like........even though we eventually going to go down separate roads, that wouldn't change anything between us."

"Is that it?" Alexis asked, seeking more.
"'No, there's more than just that..." I groaned.

I'm looking through you while you're looking through your phone, and then leaving with somebody else.....

I sat in silence, trying to figure out how I was going to explain the rest..