Sketches (Lauren/You)

i loved you first

Sun streamed through the blinds in the living room where he slept, waking him from a restless slumber.

Y/n was still in the clothes from the wedding, the suit that seemed too tight, the blood draining from the wounds on his knuckles. They had been bandaged since, but still, it was still there, a painful reminder of what had transpired the night before. He rolled over, his uncomfortable state apparent, and his weary hazel orbs searched his surroundings.

"Ah, you're up."

The pleasantly sweet voice chimed from behind him and he sat up, looking over the back of the couch to be face to face with his cousin. Gigi looked kindly at him, a worried look on her features despite the sweetness on her face, "I was beginning to get worried. You've slept well past two."

Y/n looked at the clock, his bleary vision focusing on the clock across from him, his eyes widened when he saw that the grandfather clock at the side of the room read '2:45'. Gasping in an almost inaudible tone, he rose from his position and placed his feet on the floor beside the couch, noting in a strange way that he had slept in his shoes as well. No wonder he hadn't slept well.

He groaned as he stretched his arms above his head, clenching his eyes shut and relishing the immediate satisfaction he got from shielding the orbs from light.

"Do you want lunch?" The blonde haired beauty asked timidly, her eyes, identical to his own, looked at him with compassion. She hadn't asked what had happened to cause him to arrive on her doorstep last night, nor did she ask why he was bleeding. She had cleaned the wound with alcohol and bandaged it up.

Y/n opened his eyes, looked at her with a sad smile and replied, "Yes, that sounds nice."

Lauren woke up alone in her bed, her eyes swollen from crying.

She had never felt more alone in her life, it seemed.

Not only had her best friend married her other best friend just last night, but she might have lost one of the best things that had ever happened to her in that same exact night. The very thought of it caused her chest to constrict, her throat to tighten, and her eyes to become scratchy.

"What have I done?" She spoke to no one in particular, emerald eyes searching the room for anything to prove that she wasn't completely alone. Her ears pricked for the sound of Normani and Dinah's morning banter or the sound of snores emitting from the newlyweds. Her nose even perked to smell the odor of bacon and eggs cooking.

Nothing.

No one was there.

Loneliness threatened to consume her body like a flame, to char her alive.

That loneliness soon morphed into despair and her face crumpled. The wavering visage of normalcy she had tried to put on had broken and shattered at her feet. Her face was a mask of agony and regret. Eyes were pools of sorrow, her lips trembled, and her fingers itched to do something - anything - to get her mind off of it.

But nothing, however, could let her escape the source of her pain.

Her mind kept replaying the night's events in the back of her mind, like a sick slide show that wanted to make her life a living hell.

His lips, so sure and firm and passionate against her own. His grunts as he kissed her senseless and as she wrapped her leg around his waist, they became pleasurable. His hands were strong and hot against her skin.

The unsatisfied feeling was still with her, even hours after. She sighed as she figured she should get up and moving. Opening the door, she looked out at the apartment, and realized just how alone she was.