Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎ripped apart

"Where are you going?" Sodapop questioned. Dallas took my hand in his and walked out the door without saying anything, as I looked back at Soda and shrugged.

We walked to somewhere secret for two hours before he stopped at a lake with a bridge across it. He sat down and lit a cigarette, not paying any mind to me. I found some sticks on the ground and started making a fort out of boredom and he just watched the un-disturbed lake quietly glisten.

While trying to reach a loose branch, I fell off the thicker branch I was perched on, a good nine foot drop. He didn't even pay attention to it. Nothing was really broken or anything, maybe a tiny concussion.

I went back up and grabbed the stick and came down and finished my lean-to and grabbed some brush and made a fire pit. It was dark and cold outside, I knew he wasn't gonna leave anytime soon. I walked up to him, asked for his lighter and he just handed it to me without looking at me. I lit the fire and sat in front of it and warmed up.

I looked up at him still dangling his feet off the edge of the bridge, but I saw something different this time. The light reflecting off the lake to him showed his tears, streaming down his face. I should help him- no no. He just wants to be alone. He'll come to you if he needs something.

Thirty minutes passed, my head was pounding from the fall and I burned my fingers trying to light a cigarette. He came over and sat down next to me and watched the fire. I looked at him and he finally made eye contact with me.

"Are you okay?" I said in a whisper like tone. He forced a weak smile and nodded and watched the fire again. "Is anything broken?" He asked and I looked at him confused. "What?"

"When you fell, did you break something?" He asked and I shook my head. "Just a minor concussion if I had to guess." I answered and he nodded. I grabbed his hand and tangled our fingers together. I kissed his hand and he scooted closer to me. "Your turn." I said and he looked at me.

"Huh?" He asked and I leaned my head on his shoulder. "Your turn to tell me what's wrong." He shook his head. I got up and I grabbed my stuff and began walking away. "What are you doing?" He called out and I turned around. "Exactly what you're doing."

"And what might that be?" I crossed my arms. "Walking away from your problems." I said and he opened his mouth a little. "I'm a problem to you?" He asked and imitated me by crossing his arms.

"My favorite one." I said and I sat back down next to him. He kissed my head and I looked at him. "Please?" I begged and he looked back at the small, dying fire. "It feels like we are being ripped apart." He said that and the flames went out.

"What do you mean?" I whispered and he cleared his throat. "You're father don't let me see you, you're always busy with school, the gang don't approve of us, and when you do have free time I'm always at the rodeo." He said. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his cheek softly. "Do you love me?" I asked and he looked at me. He nodded and I kissed his lips almost as softly as I did his cheek. "Then that's all that matters."

"I wasn't gonna tell you this, but I was gonna go to your next rodeo and surprise you." I said and he smiled. "Well it's no longer a surprise anymore is it," He said and I giggled. "I guess so."

I got off of him and grabbed his lighter from my jacket pocket and lit the fire again. I stood up and walked over to his side and put my hand out. He took it and I led him in front of the fire and put his hands on my hips and mine on his shoulders. We swayed back and forth without music, my feet standing on his and my head against his chest.

"Someday, we'll have a life together, a nice house, some kids, a dog, probably a fish, and we're gonna think back on this time and think 'wow'" I said and looked at him and he smiled. "I think I'd like that." He said and I laid my head down again.