Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎too far

A/N: Ty so so so much to @arina_dixinxx for giving me a bunch of great prompt ideas, and inspiring me to write this.

I heard the knock on my door I'd been expecting for months. I looked at my crossed feet and sighed. I took a careful step on the old, creaky hardwood floor. I walked to the door and put my hand on the handle and before I turned it, I thought to myself. "If you open this door, your night is gonna be hectic." But I knew I had to. I turned the knob and I faced him.

He was standing there with a slight grin playing on his lips. He had one regal hand behind his back, his posture was straight and he was holding a singular rose in his other hand. His hair was slightly messy and dirty and his clothes were old. I didn't bother to smile, I knew it'd be so painfully forced that I just moved out the way for him to step in.

He handed me the rose and I placed it on my counter. I made the same bee-line towards my couch that I did when I went to the door. As I sat down on the stiff couch, he stood in front of me. I should be glad to see him, right?

He stood in front of me before finally speaking. "I missed you." He said briefly and I scoffed. "I bet you did." I replied and I looked at him and he had a hint of hurt on his face. I shrugged it off and I looked back down at my feet. "Did you not miss me doll? I was gone for fi-" I shook my head. "Five months, five fucking months I sat here and waited for a call to tell me that your sentence was going to be extended for what? Fighting? You want to know why I sat here and waited for you? Because I love you." I looked up at him and he seemed confused. Confused on why I wasn't all over him wanting to fuck him right now, why I wasn't on my knees already.

"The other ones wouldn't have done what you did, wait around, you know." He said and I stood up and I faced him. It took hell of a lot to do so, I finally was going to face my fear of confronting him and his bullshit. "It's always about the others huh? Also, seriously, what was all this waiting for? Do you remember? Do you remember why I wasn't like the others?" He started to get angrier at me. I must keep my nerve, I must keep my nerve.

"Because I nearly killed that kid." He replied quietly, like he was embarrassed of what he did. But, I stayed quiet and his eyes were burning with rage. "But you're standing here mad at me for it. I did it because I love you! He sexually assaulted you!"

"If you loved me you wouldn't have done it at all! I can deal with my own, you don't always have to protect me!" I yelled and he stepped a little closer, nearly closing the gap between us. I felt the air drain from my lungs and my heart pump faster than it'd ever before.

We stood there in silence, trying to figure out a way to weave out of this web of rage we'd tied ourselves into. Neither of us had an answer on what to do. I finally pointed to the door.

"Get out, Dally." I said normally and he knitted his eyebrows together. He stood there and I pointed again. "Get out Dally, and I mean it." I repeated. "If you actually loved me you wouldn't be doing this right now." He replied quietly.

"Someone will love you Dally, but someone isn't me anymore. I'm sick of waiting. Just get out." I said and he turned around and left like he was told. He slammed the door aggressively behind him and I finally let the tears fall. I slid down the wall and I cried into my hands and I looked at the rose he left behind. He did love me. He did do it because he loved me. But I can't sit around and wait for him anymore.

Somebody else soon knocked on the door, and when I didn't answer from my sobs, they tried the door and it worked. They walked in and saw me and I didn't bother to see who it was. He spoke, and it startled me who it was. "I'm sorry." I shot my head up and saw Steve standing there and he put his hand out and I took it and I stood up. "I don't think Dally's ever gonna recover."

"What are you talking about?" I said and I wiped the tears away. He pointed outside and I found Dallas sprawled on the ground in front of a car. He got hit- "What happened?" I cried and he looked at me confused.

"Isn't this why you're crying?" He asked, stupidly. I started to cry more and I shook my head. It hurt more to know that I caused him death because I had to end the never ending cycle of toxicity. "No! We just broke up-" I said and he looked at me concerned. I screwed up.