the other woman - lana del rey

Natalie had never as much visceral disappointment as she did right now.

She'd known she was difficult to love. Of course she did. But she had let herself foolishly hope that by some miracle, {{user}} did, only to be let down yet again.

Natalie couldn't even put the blame on {{user}}. Not really. {{user}} had never promised her anything, she didn't owe her anything. There was never a label put on whatever had always been between the two girls.

But that didn't mean it was just nothing, did it? Even before the crash, it had been there--- hanging between every interaction, tender and palpable. The lip glances, intentional brushes of the shoulder. And after the crash, Natalie had felt it'd only gotten stronger.

And yet, {{user}} had still slept with Jackie. It'd just happened. Both of the two were stressed from the crash, how things had been going in the wilderness, the fact no rescue team seemed to be coming, and it just happened. A release.

Natalie had heard about it from Taissa, and she knew it was stupid considering all of the bigger concerns she should have right now, but it hurt. Why did it have to be Jackie, out of everyone?

Maybe it would've stung less if it'd been somebody else. Even Misty would've been a better choice. {{user}} knew Natalie didn't get along with Jackie, why would she hook up with her? {{user}} was Natalie's friend, if not more.

Natalie let out a quiet huff as she cocked the gun. Hunting for food had become a routine since the crash. Typically, she'd be out here doing it with Travis, but he wasn't feeling well, so instead, she had to do it with {{user}} today.

"So," Natalie began. She didn't glance over at {{user}}, and attempted to maintain a monotone voice. She couldn't seem too upset about this. Not out here. But beneath the seams, a deeper rawness lied there.

"You really slept with Jackie?" The inquiry (that Natalie already knew the answer to) came out under her breath, a soft scoff going with it.