Can two broken hearts be healed?
Duke Michelson lost his husband and high school sweetheart, Emilio. He buries himself with work but nothing seems to heal his broken heart not until he meets Dashiell Mitchell.
Dashiell "Dash" Mitchell also has a b...
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"Get out of my life," those cruel words that Duke said to me still longer painfully in my heart. It's been two weeks since I took Duke home and grabbed my stuff from his house. He wanted me out of his life so I'll give him time but that doesn't mean I'm not hurting. I walked back and forth throughout my childhood house, waiting for my phone to ping with a message from him. I stared at the screensaver I saved of him kissing me on my cheek. We were at the beach one afternoon as he pulled me by the neck and told me to take a selfie with him. It was a great day. Duke was finally healed and living life but I'm negligence destroyed that. I should've told him when I found out. I would've avoided this heartbreak, for both of us.
Now misery has company. I tossed and turned in my bed without getting enough sleep. My mind wanders about what Duke is doing. Is he good? Is he suffering? I wouldn't know because I've called a million times until his phone number went dead and my texts messages bounced back. I even emailed him and it bounced back as well. He didn't want anything to do with me. I sat on the couch in the lounge room and took out the black velvet box I was going to give to him. It wasn't a wedding ring but a promise ring. I would've promised to love him and eventually marry him but the boat sailed long ago. Was I giving up? No, but the clock is ticking and the days are flying by.
Aiden, Caleb, Matthew, and Mason have been trying to get me to go out to distract myself but all I've been wanting to do burying myself in bed or the couch. I'd stay hours on the couch just staring at the white ceiling. Or I'll be in my room looking out the window wondering if Duke would ever forgive me. I've tried not to cry but fuck, I was about to crack.
I wanted my Duke to be by my side. I wanted his body rubbing against mine. I wanted his lips slowly devouring my mouth. I wanted our tongues to fight for dominance. I wanted our hearts to be one. I just wanted my Lucky with me.
I took a deep breath and stared at the silver ring. I engraved Lucky and Dash inside the ring. It gleamed every time I turned it and that's when my eyes began to swell. "Hey," I heard Kieran's voice. I wiped my eyes and put the box inside my sweatpants.
"Hey," I didn't want to talk but I needed someone.
Kieran sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. "Dash, bro. You need to drive to his job and tell him you love him. I know he loves you. He's hurt and lost. He doesn't hate you. He's probably going through the same agony you are. He lost the love of his life. I take the blame for that," I glanced at him as guilt filled his eyes but he looked better.
"I know. I'm giving him time but two weeks is killing me. What should I do? What do I say?" I was lost myself. I betrayed and lied to him. All this could've been avoided but I was looking out for Kieran. He's my brother and I love him to no end. I know he fucked up and it's eating at him every day but he's paid for it with jail time and much more. He lost two people he cared for. I think karma has taught him a lesson. But what about me? I'm here trying not to fall apart.
