𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

d.w. ~ 3

New York. Train Station.
Saturday, 1963.
03:25 p.m.

•••

"You will come back, right?"

"Of course I will, Sugar. I'll come back for you." He said.

"Do you really have to leave?" I asked. "My old man hates me, Y/n. So does this city and my family would not give a shit about me anymore." He said.

"Yeah but you have me. You can stay at my place, and--" "No Y/n, you have your kid brother to take care of and you've got loving parents." He said.

"Look, don't worry too much about me okay?  I'll be fine, and I promise I'll come visit you."

I hugged him, tight. "You know I'll miss you." I said.

"I'll miss you too." We then heard the train come.

"There's my ride. I'll think about you day and night." He said.

I then kiss him.

"I love you." I said. "I love you so much too." He replied and went in the train.

I watched him as the doors closed. I waved and he waved back. The train then moved and took off.

I hope that boy doesn't get in too much trouble.

•••
• TWO YEARS LATER •

"Be careful out there, Y/n! I hope you'll find him!" Said my mother.

"I will, Ma. I sure hope he's still in the south side of Tulsa, Oklahoma." I said.

My whole family was there to see me leave to Tulsa and surprise Dallas.

I got in the train and waved to my family.

"I love you!" I shouted and then the train took off. I sat down and was excited to see Dallas.

•••

I was finally off the train and I met up with a friend who lives in Tulsa.

"Y/n!" She shouted. "Lisa!" I shouted back and we hugged. "It's been so long!" She said. "Oh I know! C'mon, let's talk on the way to your place." I said.

It felt good to talk to an old friend. Catching up with things like it has been ages and seeing each other and remembering the last time you saw them.

We finally got to Lisa's place.

I huffed. "Your place seems so homey and your neighbors place seems so... Dark." I said. "I tried to make the best of it. I like to fix things up and make it look more welcome and homey, of course."

"Right, Dally Winston. Last time you saw him was what? 3 years ago?" She asked. "Yep. He wrote to me a lot and it's sort of fading. I thought he's just busy, I mean he said he'll find a good job once he's here." I said.

"You know he's quite famous here actually. Not too famous but pretty known." "Really? Well, that must be great? Do your friends know him?" I asked. "Yes they do. My friend, Sylvia."

I gasped. "That's great! We can go ask her and she might know where Dallas is!" I said.

"Y/n, Sylvia is Dallas' girlfriend." Lisa said, bluntly.

I froze. "What? You're lying."

"I'm really sorry I didn't tell you this earlier but I didn't want to break your heart immediately but yes. The sweet loving Dallas Winston you knew 3 years ago is gone. He's known here because he's a criminal and he has hooked up with so many whores." She said.

"W- well, can we still go look for him?" I stuttered. "Are you sure?" "If he wanted to ended it, that's fine, but I prefer if he did it in person." I said.

•••

"Hey Buck, have you seen Dallas anywhere?" Lisa asked the bartender. "He's upstairs. I don't think he's looking for a fuck right now." He said. "Oh please, I never wanted to fuck him the first place. Could you go get him? Tell him it's a long lost friend." She said. He nodded and rushed upstairs.

I sat down with a drink in my hand, waiting for him.

Then I saw him. His messy hair and he seems a bit more taller and fit. The bartender pointed at us, telling him that we asked for him.

"Y/n..." He said.

"Dallas." I replied.

He instantly hugged me and it felt so meaningful, somehow.

"Dallas get off me." I said, pushing him away.

"What? Y/n, it's been 3 years!" "I have counted too, Dal. What the fuck?" I started.

"You said you'll come back, you said you'll never stop thinking about me, you said you loved me! And then I hear that your a criminal and your hooking up with random chicks? Huh? Don't you fucking lie to me, boy!" I shouted.

"Wh- I- Don't believe that! That's not true! C'mon Y/n, you're my one and only. You think you'd believe that? I'm not that guy. You know it." He said. "Don't fucking lie!" I said.

He stood silent. "I waited, Dal. I waited those 3 years and I did nothing but think about and love you. I wished you were living a better life than you did in New York and here you are, renting a room on top of a fucking bar and still stealing! What in fucking hell?" I shouted.

"I cried almost very night hoping you were okay, I wrote to you even if you didn't write me back. And now I lost the sweet Dallas that I met on Halloween." I said.

"Y/n, please. I still love you." He said.

"I did too! And I showed it! But what did you do? Nothing! Not a fucking thing! I literally came here for you! And I found out you're with a girl names Sylvia?"

"You wasted 3 years of my life, Winston." I said.

•••