AN: I've been in a mood, so my playlist has been a bit sad asf. This oneshot is based on The 1975 song Somebody Else. If you don't want to read sad garvez please don't read. I'm getting enough hate PMs for my lemonade snippets. Haha

Maybe whiskey is his best friend now, seeing as his best friend- well she's gone.

Cursing myself, she's gone because you wanted that. The only reason whiskey has been comforting you is because you heard she's with somebody else.

First hearing that tidbit of information, it left me slightly breathless. Not really believe it, looking at my apartment and at all our photos, we were so happy. Maybe that's why I hadn't taken them down. I kept thinking she wouldn't move on so quickly. "Luke, I'm sorry, but she's here with him. I'm only telling you because you gotta move on." Shaking my head and replying to the voice on the other end of the phone call. Still the nagging feeling of possibilities kept popping into my head. I had to know if it was true, and threw my jacket on and head towards the door.

Which is how I found myself here at a local dive bar, grateful for it not being well lit. Even so, she stood out of the crowd, hair like sunshine, hurts my eyes. Her silhouette swaying to the music, up against the nameless man. The realization that this could be considered stalking, I had to call out for some whiskey. Let the warm liquid envelope on my taste buds before it burn my throat and warmed me from the inside. I keep telling myself that I don't want her anymore but I also hate to think of her with somebody else. I know that our love is dead but the image of her and this person intertwined, connecting in body and soul, it causes my forehead to crinkle. I can see them smiling and whispering, I'm wondering if they are saying sweet nothings.

If he's telling her how incredible she looks right now.

If he's telling her of all the ways he's going to show her later.

The images flood my mind, all of the possible things that have or will happen become front and center.

I down my third drink, looking up and watching her scroll through her phone then look up at him and smile with her eyes beaming and radiating joy and comfort.

I get up to leave, I can't help to look back at her. On the dance floor, they are kissing passionately, his hands are roaming her body. Memory assaults me when i would do the same, nestle my hands firmly on her ass. When we'd get home, we couldn't keep out hands off each other, every kiss, every touch would set each other on fire. Coming back to the present, I shake my head at my own stupidity.

I was so focused on work that I let go the best thing that probably would ever happen to me. Now she's here with somebody else.

The only thing I can do now is remind myself- I don't want her anymore.

I don't want your body but I hate to think of you with somebody else.