Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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A/N: modern, soft dally.

His face pops up in my mind when I least expect it to.
I honestly thought that I could go a week without seeing him and be fine.
But his imagery, it's so light.
I'm in love with a man who'll break my heart if I told him.
But who knows?

I sat on my bed and felt the butterflies fly around in my stomach as I saw the photo of us hanging from my wall. I missed him too damn much.

Me: when are you coming home from work?
Him: I dunno why
Me: no reason.

We left it at that, he was so cold.
I signed up for this didn't I.

I decided that I wasn't gonna think of him anymore and do something worth my while. I grabbed a pen and paper and tried writing something, but all I saw was him.

It was 3 am now, I was laid out on my floor, trying not to cry about how he's gone even when I'm with him.
I lost him?

I just wanted to feel his hands, I just wanted to feel his touch again.
I just wanted to taste his sweet, smoke traced lips that have met so many other girls.

I heard rustling going on outside but I assumed it was an animal. Soon enough, he was in my bedroom, staring at me.

"What the hell?" He whispered and put out his hand helped me up. "I've been texting you all night." He said and I grabbed my phone and checked it.

My boy<3 (9:28pm): baby I'm home now
My boy<3 (10:49pm): what are you doing rn
My boy<3 (11:58pm): I miss you.
My boy<3 (12:00am): baby?
My boy<3 (12:00am): why aren't you answering
My boy<3 (12:03am): if you don't wanna talk just tell me
My boy<3 (1:32am): you alright?
My boy<3 (1:34am): did I do something
My boy<3 (2:18am): I miss you baby I want to see you
My boy<3 (2:53am): I'm omw.

"I- I'm sorry Dal, I've been trying to write." I said and he just pulled me into him and kissed my forehead. "I missed you that's all." He said.

"Me too." I said, voice breaking. I was weak, I was unhappy. "Why're you so addicting?"

"I'm no good for a girl like you." He said and I shook my head and he continued to hold me. "You're too perfect for a girl like me." I said.

"Dal?" I whispered and I let go. He held me tighter and stroked my hair. "Yes doll?" He whispered back.

"I don't think I can do it anymore." I said and I fell onto the floor and he went with me. He pulled my chin up. "Shut up with that nonsense." He said.

"There's nothing worth living for anymore! Nothing I do is worth anything, I'm not athletic or creative, I couldn't fight even if it were to save myself, I hate every part of my body, and you, you're everything to me and sometimes I think that you don't even care about m-" I started to finish that sentence but I broke down and he hugged me. He held me close to him and I knew he was thinking over everything.

"This is gonna be cheesy as fuck and I already know it but I gotta say it. I don't care if you're not athletic, you're god damn creative. I've never been into reading but I always look forward to you showing me your work, darling. And I've never met somebody stronger than you, your punches do hurt like a bitch. Your body is perfect, why you feel the need to be skinny? I don't know. And on my behalf, darling, I'm cold. I'll change for you if it means you'll stay in my arms like this forever." He told me and I smiled and still let some tears out.

"Sometimes I feel like you're out making out with or fucking other girls." I said and he looked at me like he was offended. "The only lips I want to taste are yours, and to say I'm craving that taste right now is an understatement." He responded.

"But Dal I've been cryi-" I said before I was interrupted by his kiss. His sweet, cigarette and whiskey tasting kiss. He pulled away and felt my forehead. I furrowed my eyebrows and he picked me up and put me on my bed.

"How'd you know I felt sick?" I asked and he smirked. "You're always in your head when you're sick." He said and crawled next to me. I hugged him and he kissed my head. "I'll try to be here more often."