•Quilts - Lilith X Reader•

•the one with a little self doubt•

•Your POV•
Sometimes, I wondered if I was even good enough for Lilybear. Obviously, Jaime Street had been good enough for her at one point in time, and so had Ryland—but, what about me, a person who had been good enough for her once, but wasn't enough to for her until now? I knew she was into me, she made that pretty clear, but what if that was all truth until the post, where she started flirting with Jaime and their love had gotten back on its old footing? She had told me that it was an accident, and she was drunk, and she only had realised it was him she had kissed and flirted with when she was sober, and knew she had taken a few too many shots, and then Jaime posted the photo on Simstagram which hadn't left my head since I had seen it. A shadow of doubt crept into my mind and made me wonder if I should've gone with Lilith's decree of us breaking things off, because it would make things much easier for us. But it wouldn't, as well.  Lilith would be a single mother of four without much help for her in looking after her kids, just like Ashley Collins had left her brother, all those years ago, when Phoenix was a tiny little tike. It felt like it was all my fault, and that I had brought it upon us by insisting that we were to stay together, even in a tough time like this, when it was too much of a hassle to look on the bright side of things. If only there was a bright side to all this. It didn't seem like it at this point.

I fell to the ground and wept, hearing the voices in my head telling me lots of negatives of both Lilith's ability to be trusted, and my own trust in what I believed was right, as well as doubts about myself, whether I was naive or not, whether she was a good girl or not, and, because of that post on Simstagram, whether she was really mine to begin with, or Jaime's. She certainly did a good deal in shaking him off, and that was to be admired, making him beg for forgiveness, and she just wouldn't take it, but this was back when she had broken up with Jaime, that blasted Jaime Street, and maybe things had changed between then and now. Maybe they loved eachother and wanted to get rid of me. I knew that all this wasn't true, but something in my head was swaying me from the truth, something was telling me that things in this household may not be all as they seem.

As much as I tried to convince myself that things were fine between Lilith and I, I couldn't help but have that shadow of doubt when it came to that fact, so I decided to go out of the room and play pretend, fake that everything was fine when we all knew that it wasn't. I gave the fakest, most pasted on smile to Lilith, and I saw her get suspicious, but maybe that was because of something else that was troubling her, so I ignored it and continued on with my act that everything was fine. Lilith and I had bonded over a stupid quilt I had made. It wasn't all that great anyway, her grandmother's version was much better than mine.

I tried to convince myself that the act I was putting on was for the good of the whole family, but, even then, I saw the consequences of my complete stupidity. I tried to force a laugh at any joke that was told, acted like everything was fine when it wasn't, and all but managed to disguise the conflict I was having inside of myself.

I saw that Lilith left her phone unattended and unlocked, so I went through it, and into her Simstagran and saw the comments she had left on Jaime's post. The homophobic idiot. I was glad she tried to take him down a peg or two, even if it didn't work as she expected it to. I locked her phone and continued my fake act of happiness.

Lilith waved me over at some point and tried to make light conversation.

"Hey, Y/N...Is anything wrong?"

"Everything.... Everything's just swell." I faked a smile.

"Are you sure? I heard you crying before. I saw you going through my phone."

"Everything's.....fine...."

My facade broke right in front of her. I began to cry.

"What happened? Who did this to you?"

"Nobody. I'm..."

"You're not fine! What happened? Who did this?"

"You did..."

"Oh, it was Jaime? Right?"

"No..."

"It was. You saw the post. You felt cold towards me. You thought I cheated..."

"You're right. But what made you go to the bar in the first place?"

"It's a long story."

"Well, I'm more than happy to hear it."

"You see, I wanted to get away from the arguing and fighting, so I went to the bar late at night. I took a few too many shots and had a few too many cocktails and while drunk I flirted with someone, who, when I sobered, I realised was Jaime Street. He posted the photo on Simstagram soon afterwards. And now he wants us to break up."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Lilith. I love you so much." I kissed her.

"I love you too—"

Someone started beating on the doors of the mansion. What did they want?

"Hey! Lilith! Come here!"

She jumped, shocked. It was Jaime Street.