(I'll just assume that the "that" was an open prompt and I can reveal a bit of Lynn's backstory here)
Tori was immediately hit by a bunch of conflicting feelings at once: doubt, fear, happiness, concern, anticipation. But she shrugged them all off and allowed herself to grin as she had the first time. Maybe this version would be different. She hoped it would be different.
Because she couldn't bear to think that that could happen again, she refused to believe she saw the love of her life lying on a hospital bed, on the brink of death. At the carnival, she had changed so, and it pained her.
While the Lynn she saw was cheerful and carefree, the Lynn that she knew now was cynical and cautious. Standing in front of her was Lynn with smooth, pale, unblemished skin, while the other Lynn had grown to accept that she would forever carry the scars she'd gotten that horrible day. Her right knee ached with every step, she'd told her, and it was oh so evident by how she walked.
She knew what happened. How that bright white car came tearing down the rain-slick road, how the driver drove off without noticing the girl who literally bounced off the windshield. How Tori found Lynn lying on the road, barely conscious, bleeding out horribly, and she dragged her onto the sidewalk as lone passersby ignored her. How she could barely dial the right number, how she could barely force the words out, and the whirlwind of sterile halls and sleepless nights that followed. How she was instructed to keep the incident under lock and key. (ba-dum tsss)
But with that came a chilling realization about the Lynn she knew: the scars seemed to circle around the tattoo of the lock on her cheek, never overlapping it. The placement seemed unnatural, the more she thought about it, how they curled around the top of the lock and formed a line down her neck, ending in a formation of scars that looked like another lock on her shoulder.
"Tori, you okay? You're looking sort of terrified."
"It- it's fine! I was just thinking about some stuff. Congrats!"
Tori pulled her best friend into a hug, trying to dispel the memories.
Also, Jokester (white text) would it be okay if I just made Tori's fear just the fear of generally losing Lynn? Death, fatal injury, memory loss, hatred, all of that stuff.
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"donned tall pant.
confidence in martial prowess perplexingly swells."