𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

31 pt.3; better than revenge

it's 1:30am, and i'm tired. . i can barely keep my eyes open, so excuse any grammer or spelling mistakes.

also, i'm sorry for not updating this in a while. i'm not going to make an excuse.

so, i kindly ask that you forgive me. will you forgive me if i give you a cookie? 🍪 here you go, beautiful.

Daniel Seavey.

The wind was basking me towards the road as I strutted my way to the bar, a random girl's phone planted in my hand. In the empty night, I could hear the distant beating music playing from the full bar.

With a head ache, I almost wanted to throw this phone on the street and run away, not entering the bar at all. For if I entered, the banging music would only make my sore head worse.

The moon clamped around my skin, grabbing me fiercely, as if trying to heat me, catching my skin on fire. I hated the heat of the LA night, but I enjoyed the lack of cold chill upon the air. Of course, however, I'd rather it be cold than hot.

As I walked to the bar, I slipped a couple of times as I tried to walk in a complete straight line.

I couldn't quite remember the night I had, but by the anger in Y/n's eyes, I could tell it wasn't a good one. Of course, I remember kissing the girl, but that's all we did. . . right?

It's bad, still, but at least I wasn't naked on top of her. Deciding to ignore those ruthless thoughts, I focused on the anger I felt when I saw Y/n with another man.

The way my hands twitched and fluttered, I'm certain I would've broken the boy's nose, nonetheless, another body part that I disliked Y/n being near— disliked very much.

As I stepped closer and closer to the bar, I realized I'd have to deal with this when I was completely sober. I absentmindedly wondered how this would affect our relationship, or if we still had one.

My mind raced with the thought of not being with Y/n, and silently, my heart broke at the sudden truth of the hurt I must've caused for her when she saw me kissing someone else.

It was a mess, a mess that was completely and utterly my fault.

Swallowing the hurt, I smiled at the brooding man in front of the bar as I handed him my ID, before he nodded, letting me enter.

As I entered, I ignored the dancing goers, having fun as if my girlfriend and I hadn't just cheated on each other. Looking around, I notice the large man behind the bar, obviously smiling as if someone had just said something funny.

Walking towards him, I notice my girlfriend sitting next to him, wordlessly twirling her hair around her finger. As I watched her, I was able to admire her beauty. My eyes drew down, taking in the beautiful dress she's wearing.

Dear prettiest girl I had ever seen, I love you.

Biting my lip, I walked towards her, trying to find the words I wanted to say. I ended up with nothing, so as I pulled the stool out, I sat beside her, taking her head in my hands and pulling her lips on mine.

They were soft and tasted of another man, but I kissed her regardless, missing the way her soft lips shyly met mine. It was gentle and filled with regret. We both regretted what happened tonight, and I could tell by the way she wrapped her pretty arms around me, and hugging me like her life depended on it.

"I fucking love you," I muttered, staring deeply in her eyes as I released her lips and placed my forehead on hers. She smiled, her blush heating against my skin, disputing any distaste I felt for her mere hours ago.