No One Else Would Ever Do

How can you love me.

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You soothe me with your smile
You're letting me know
You're the best thing in my life
Everything you do is just alright
And I can't walk away from you
Baby, if I tried
Fleetwood Mac: Oh Daddy
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"Please, Diane...just-" You look back into her eyes, your lips pursed, "-just answer the question." She lightly smiles and reaches out to caress your face. You accept it, hoping she would finally answer your questions. "Y/N, baby, you know I would do anything for you." She says sweetly, and you roll your eyes and scoff at her. Why can't she just answer my simple question?

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" She questions sternly and you gulp in fear, looking back into her eyes. "...I'm sorry, I just want to know, why me?" She grabs onto your face harder, trying to think of what to say to you. You stare into her eyes as she contemplates. After about a minute of her intensely thinking, you just give up. "You know what? It's fine, can you just...leave me alone?" You say as you move your head away from her hands, laying down on the bed, facing away from her. You didn't want her to leave, but you were tired of not knowing the truth.

She bites her lip in sadness, upset that you can't just accept this new lifestyle. Why did you have to want to know the origin of her love? She gently reaches her hand out to place it on your shoulder, ready to tell you. You turn around to face her and she gives you a warm smile, "Baby..." she sighs, "That time you saw me at the grocery store...that was the first time I saw you." You didn't know whether to believe her or not. She continued, "I knew you were the one, didn't you?" You closed your eyes, remembering the first time you saw her, with a tomato in her hand. You chuckled softly, moving to sit up again. She smiled at you, glad to have you back. "From that point forward, everything was just coincidental, you know, being your substitute teacher and all," she explained, nodding her head and you couldn't help but repeat her action, happy to get an explanation.

"How did you get those pictures of me?" You blurt out, forgetting how she could easily get mad at you again. She looks away for a few seconds with a frown on her face before she returns to look at you with a smile. "Oh those? I just found your mom's Facebook page and I know what you're thinking. Trust me, I didn't mean for it to be creepy, I just loved you so much, I needed to see your face, baby." You were a little unsettled from how many pictures she had of you, but you kind of understood where she was coming from. Regardless, you couldn't help but feel loved. "So, how did you find out my mom's name?" You say to her, still trying to get an understanding of this whole situation. "Honey, I was your substitute teacher, I had all your names down during attendance, it was easy to find her after knowing who you were." She explains and you let out a sigh of relief. You finally feel like everything was alright.

Wait...what about my sweatshirt? You thought back to when you entered her car and how you saw your favorite sweatshirt in her bag. "And my sweatshirt?" You ask her and she tilts her head to the side, giving you a confused look, "What about your sweatshirt?" You narrow your eyes at her, "The one you took from me, it was in your bag, I saw it." You say, almost rudely. She scoffs at you, "Honey, I never took your sweatshirt, how would I even get my hands on that? I've never seen you wear a sweatshirt, nor did I know you owned one." She reasons with you.

You think back to that day again, you could swear it was yours. Maybe it really wasn't. Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Diane got nervous to see what you were going to say as she looked at your brows furrowed and your eyes squinted, trying to think. She did know you owned a sweatshirt, she did know you've worn it before, she did know it was in her bag that day, and she knows it is hung up in her closet. But you didn't. Would you believe her?

You sigh to yourself and put your hands over you eyes, shaking your head, "I'm sorry for accusing you of that, you're right, you've never seen it before. I don't know what I was thinking." Diane smiles as she replies back to you, "Hey, it's okay, don't worry about it, baby." She forgives you.

There was one last thing you needed an explanation for. Her Instagram page, "ChloeBaronway." Why would she have that name? And why did she message me to be her friend from it?
You look back into her eyes to see her smiling at you. You lick your lips before speaking up, "Diane?"

"Yes, baby?" She replies, staring at you with lust in her eyes. "That day when I went on your phone..."
She drops her smile and narrows her eyes at you. "...I saw- You had this Instagram page, but it wasn't yours, it was by the name of Chloe Baronway?" You say quietly, scared to see what she was going to say.
"Well, you see, Chloe was my daughter." She says sighing. "Was?" You ask her, suddenly regretting it. "Yes, was. She passed away recently and I...well I logged into her Instagram to just- to just remember her. As for the Baronway part, that was my married name, I decided to change it back, since...I was divorced." She says with tears in her eyes. You can't help but try and comfort her, you bring your hands up to hers and gently rub your thumb along her knuckles. "I'm so sorry Diane, I didn't know."

She holds onto your hands and squeezes them gently before sniffing, "It's alright, darling." That still didn't answer the message part, but you decided to let it go since you could see how much pain she was in. She wiped her tears from under her eyes before speaking again, "Does that answer all of your questions? I'm sorry for not explaining sooner, darling." You nod your head before going in for a hug. She softly gasps from how unexpected it was. You feel sorry for her, her daughter was gone and her partner had left her. You held onto her tightly as she rocked you back and forth slowly. "Thank you Y/N, I needed this." She says softly and you smile into the crook of her neck, happy to be able to comfort her. Little did you know, she was lying to you. Lying about all of it.