Dirk. Skip once again, we are all tired of your sappy shit. (Try to) Man the hell up.
Today you and Jake had your first argument.
And you regret every moment of it. The hurt that you saw in his eyes when you yelled at him was unseeable and you cried for an hour afterwards because you couldn't take back what you said.
It wasn't really a argument although,
More of him being in the wrong place at DEFINITELY the wrong time.
That's all right?
It really isn't.
Your eyes are swollen and red, and he walks into the room.
"Hey Dirk..."
"Yeah..."
You feel a warm set of arms wrap around you as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
How unexpected.
In the end you both apologized and things turned out okay.
But you know that you will be having nightmares of the face Jake made.
The
Face
Of
Hurt.
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(C) o l o r b l i n d.
FanfictionEverything's black and white until you find your lover. Then things turn to color. But when your lover's dead, It reverses things in your head.
