"What the fuck John, you can't come over here, throwing men off of me just because you don't like that i'm finally over you, I have moved on and i am finally happy." She said, as if it was a breath of fresh air, which seemed extremely impossible in the enclosed house they were now in they were in. "Hey, you don't get to say that." His eyes heavy. "Huh?" "You heard me, Lex. You do not get to do that." John said eyes darting in every direction, other than hers. "Why the fuck not, John. I am over you. It's not hard to grasp, you didn't appreciate what you had when you had it, and now i'm fine, you just can't accept that someone could actually be okay without you." Anger filled Lex, she couldn't know what she was going to say next. "Lex..." John whispered, taking her face in his hands, looking down at the lips he missed the kisses of so much; she didnt resist. "John, stop. Nothing is the same anymore." "It could be because, me and you" He points between us. "Are never over, at least not to me." She stands there, conflicted, knowing that everyone around now knows their situation, but stood here in a crowd she could only see him... A story where the one who saved herself needs saving by the one who hurt her first.