"Thank you for loving me."
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No one would think that the Davy Wade would die, much less, kill himself.
He was the epitome of a good person. Some even thought he was the second coming of Christ. But when the shock and confusion of Davy's suicide co...
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t h e p r o b l e m w i t h d a v y
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I played with my a loose string coming from my fleece jacket as Dawson put extreme effort into making our hot chocolates. While I sat on the middle island of the white and grey kitchen, I watched as he carefully measured the chocolate power into the two red mugs, and equally added the perfect amount of hot milk. I noticed his fixed gaze on the swirl of whipped cream he placed on top. I started to chuckle noticing his childlike aura clashing with his meticulous manhood. He turned around and placed the red mug in front of me, obviously proud of his work.
"You're adorable," I stated stifling a laugh. His face fell and his stoic angst impression returned.
"Drink...and don't call me adorable." His face screwed up like the word was leaving a bad taste in his mouth. I smiled wide at him as he turned around to clean up the mess he made. I sipped on the hot chocolate, feeling the warmth encompass my chest immediately making my demeanor soften. "Thanks for coming, by the way. And staying. I don't think I could've done that alone." Dawson stated with his back still turned. "I knew it was hard for you. I'm sorry I had to put you through that."
"I wanted to be here. I wanted to stay. Not just for Davy, but for you too Dawson." He turned around, giving me a short smile, his eyes adverting mine. "You know... I thought we'd walk into him just lying there. On his bed reading the latest sci-fi book or watching some 1980's movie for the 50th time, or something." I looked down into my drink, scoffing at how stupid I was being. I saw him being lowered into the ground, I saw his tombstone. I knew he was dead, but why can't I accept it? Why can't I move on? "It just feels real. And it felt real before, but..." I sighed not knowing how to put words to the feelings weighing on my chest.
"I know what you mean," Dawson responded quickly as he leaned on the middle island close to me. "Trust me, if you weren't here I'd probably just go crazy and ruin his room, or even worse, burn the whole house down." I chuckled as if he was joking, but the way his eyes were fixed on his drink and the repeated clenching of his jaw, told me he wasn't. Dawson then looked up at me, his sad stormy eyes filled with thunderstorms and natural disasters alike. His eyes were different from Davy's, they told me everything I needed to know. No guessing at all, it was all there. He was all there. "Why were we never nice to each other before?" Dawson's change in topic threw me off guard and I stuttered out a very awkward I don't know followed by an equally lame shrug. I knew Dawson was always away in college somewhere, but I never inquired further. Davy though always talked about Dawson and how much he looked up to him. I never agreed, but that was because I didn't care to know him at the time. My whole world was Davy, and I mentally scolded myself for getting in too deep.
"I guess it's both of our faults. I was always at school and didn't socialize with any of Davy's friends anyway. I was just too busy trying to get killer grades, and I ended up missing a lot here." Dawson replied quietly.
