Left Side of the Bed
A/N: This is a story about someone in TFATF. See if you can figure out who it is.
She never slept on the left side of the bed.
The nights she'd spend on the left side, clutching his pillow to her face. Crying her heart out over a no-win relationship. She'd had him at one point but now...well, now he was pretty much gone. She'd disappeared from his view. Become the tarnished, old trophy that everyone stuffs in the back of their closet because they're embarrassed of it. Become what she'd sworn to herself that she'd never become.
The pillow smelled like him as she buried her face in it. Smelled like his sweat and his cinnamony aftershave and car grease. She'd loved him for what seems like forever. Him, with his intense eyes and his great smile. His laugh that made her knees weak and his voice when he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
He was protective of everyone on the team-her especially because she was his. His? Was she an object now? A beloved shirt that can be thrown on the ground and washed repeatedly, never losing its brightness? A precious book, covered in dust and food stains and soda rings, but still as good as it was the last time around?
She ran a hand through her dark brown locks and sighed. He was gone tonight. She didn't know where he was, whether he was out fucking some whore or floating down a river as his car sank, and it drove her insane. She just wished he would come back and comfort her. Say that he loved her and mean it. Have eyes for none other than her.
She didn't know why she kept running back to him at all. Just like she didn't know why she always slept on the right side of the bed.
She just never slept on the left side of the bed.
Except when he wasn't there...
A/N: It's about Letty as you probably guessed. It's a one-time story!