Back To Me | Lynn Gunn x Reader (Completed)

Seven

"You need to end it."

He was stern in his voice, maybe.

Maybe it was the fact you just crushed his whole entire world. You stood against the wall while he stood in the kitchen. The last few days after the incident had been hell, he wasn't even speaking to you.

He wasn't even acknowledging the fact you were there in this house, it wasn't a big one but he wasn't even in the same room as you.

"It's already done."

You shrugged as you stared at the wall.

"If this is gonna work Y/N, if this is gonna be fixed. You have to end it. Today."

He placed his calloused hand up on the counter top, making sure it made a loud bang.

Loud enough to make sure you knew he meant business. You jumped at the impact, nodding and agreeing despite the fact you didn't want to see her. You didn't want to see the mess you just made with everything.

"Okay, fine."

You raised your hands like a white flag surrendering.

He grabbed the car keys, "Let's go."

You turned your body to face him, arms crossing your chest. "Can i at least get a shower?"

He shook his head placed the keys down, it apparent he was now more pissed off at you. You cleared your throat and just got dressed in your work clothes. Obeying his wishes, if it meant fixing this then that's what you would do.

He pulled into the familiar parking lot, looking towards you as you looked up at the window. The tears trying come out, you looked towards him and studied him.

"Go. End it."

You got out of the car, moving some of the unwashed hair out of your face. You knocked on the apartment door, tears now pouring down.

After three knocks you went in, you looked around till you saw Lynn sat on the floor. She sat at the stairway, a bottle of whiskey beside her and her phone on the other side of her.

Head in her hands, she looked up to see you. The tears that she thought she had cried out the night before appearing again as you stood there.

You shut the door behind you, making your way to her. Kneeling down to see her face, making sure to take mental pictures of it for the very last time. Making sure to see how her green eyes always seemed to sparkle, but this time they were gone.

"Hey, i'm sorry about last night. I didn't know."

You apologized.

"No i'm sorry, i should have listened to you when you turned me down. I guess i never know when to let go."

You looked down to her hands, grabbing them. Admiring them just like everything else in this god forsaken fucked up web.

"I uh. I need to end this, even though i don't want too. I really don't."

Lynn wiped away the tears that strummed down your cheeks, her heart breaking more as she watched you completely crumbling.

You pressed a kiss to her forehead after waiting for some sort of response from her, you apologized once again and stood back up. Walking towards the door, checking behind you to see if she had even made any movements.

Her head was back in her hands, hair covering them. You made your way out of the apartment, sniffling as you moved at your own pace not in a rush to get back in the car.

Your fiancée stared at you, angry that tears were running down your cheeks. You didn't deserve to feel sad, to feel any sort of emotion. You were the one that messed this up, that put you all in this situation.

"Drop me off at work."

He pulled out of the parking lot, your head turned to see the apartment window once more. Watching it fade in the distance like the rest of the memories that seemed to follow behind.

The whole ride to work, you fought back the tears. The events replaying in your head as you rested your head up against the headrest.

Trying to figure out if you could even fix this, it was all that mattered. If maybe somehow you could find ways to mute these feelings that seemed to follow behind it.

Your fiancée stayed angry at you, you didn't blame him. He stayed silent a lot. Sometimes he would even just stare at you with pure sadness in his eyes.

Your guess was he was replaying what he say, thinking if maybe he still wanted to even be here. He seemed to distance himself after that, he hadn't even touched you in two days.

It making you feel worse at the fact you even allowed this to happen, but then the feelings of being in love with two people hitting you and it would send you into tears again.

And the only way you knew how to mask the fact you were crying was to get in the bath tub. Let the water run and cry while it filled the house, you would lay awake and just replay the many times Lynn seemed to please you, make you completely weak.

You had way too much time on your hands now, way too much time to think. You were reaping what you sewed. This cold shoulder being enough pain for you, not just from him but from Lynn.

Lynn hadn't left her house in days unless it was for work, she pretty much drank herself to sleep. The only thing that seemed to stop her head from thinking. From seeing you there smiling and wrapped around her.

Her instantly remembering why she never fell in love and why she did her best not too. It wasn't meant for her, it never had been. Anytime she tried too, this happened. She had got so guarded of everything.

This is why she slept around, it was easy. It was less drama and it was less problems. Seeing a different girl every night and they all remained nameless or at least they did after that night.

And to get them to leave all she had to do was leave to work, they would be gone by the time she got home to go out again and find the next night stand.

As much as she wanted to leave, go out and find some random female she couldn't. She would feel guilty, worse off then what she did now. It was all too much.

She had even made sure to replace the pillow you slept on, the scent of you still stayed there. She wanted to get rid of it, even if it meant putting it in the closet. She wanted to remember you but wanted to forget you.

Even drunk, the thoughts still stayed. They replayed more and more, even reaching for you in her sleep. Only to be awaken when her hand hits the empty side of the bed.

Seems like every night got worse, only making her more upset. Tears seemed to flow often now. They seemed to always come back even if she felt like they were done and gone.

She had to get out of this house.