Face The Music {One-Shots}

somebody else // lynn gunn

"I don't want your body, but I hate to think about you with somebody else." ---The 1975

Calm down, Lyndsey, she thinks, splashing cold water on her face and looking into the mirror. Breathe. It wasn't her.

There's another splash of water, and Lynn clutches the sides of the sink tightly, taking a shaky breath. It's been two months. How could she move on that fast?

A choked sob escapes as she finally mutters, "Either that wasn't her or I never meant anything." The backs of her eyes sting and she laughs humorlessly as she realizes that the latter is more likely.

Lynn could never forget Jessica's beautiful face, and the image of it pressed against somebody else's is too much for her to bear.

Tears spill down her cheeks. "I was never good enough." Her voice cracks, and Lynn finally allows herself to cry freely. She sobs until she can't breathe and her body is too weak to stand. Lynn collapses, her back against the dingy wall, knees pulling to her chest.

Memories fill her head, and her body shakes even harder.

The last time Lynn saw Jessica, she thought everything would be okay. They had met at the coffee shop downtown, where the other girl had seemed happy enough, and then headed back to Lynn's apartment for movies and cuddles.

The blonde had been playing with the redhead's hair contentedly, humming softly to herself. She'd been working out some kinks in a new song and needed to try it out. She was just about to ask what Jess thought when the other girl trained her deep blue gaze on Lynn.

"I'm sorry," she said, "but I don't think that I can do this anymore."

Lynn sat up straight, her heart beating faster. "What---What do you mean?" she stammered.

"I think we should break up."

"Why? What's wrong?" Lynn asked, a million thoughts running through her head.

"I've just been thinking. You're going back on tour soon, and I have my life here. And it just feels like we don't fit together anymore, like one of us has changed too much. It might be for the best if we just---"

The blonde's eyes filled with tears as the words processed in her head.

Nearly two years. Their anniversary was next week. Lynn had loved the other girl with all of her heart for so long. When had Jess fallen out of love with her?

She couldn't find anything to say. No matter how much she wanted to beg and plead to make the other girl stay, Lynn knew there was no use. It took two to make a relationship work, and if Jessica wasn't happy, she wouldn't make her miserable anymore.

Tears began to fall, but she never spoke a word. Jess threw her legs over the side of the couch and pushed herself up. She muttered something under her breath that sounded a lot like, "This is exactly what I was talking about."

As Lynn helplessly watched Jessica leave, their eyes locked one more time. The other girl's gaze seemed to scream one phrase.

It's not me, it's you.

Then she walked out the door of Lynn's life.

After what feels like forever, Lynn pushes herself off of the floor and looks in the mirror, sighing at the mess of makeup on her face. She takes care in removing it and reapplying mascara, as it's all that she brought with her tonight.

Finally, she takes one last deep breath before she walks out of the bar's bathroom.

Immediately, the small hum of music grows increasingly louder. Lynn searches the sea of dancing bodies for her best friends, running a hand through her hair nervously when she can't find them.