meant to be yours | d.w

29

"Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little?"

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this chapter! These past few weeks have been pretty hectic and I've had a lot of writers block but here's chapter 29 for you guys<3 I hope you all enjoy!

Dallas has had his fair share of rough days, but on this certain day, his spirits were lifted.

He flicked the cigarette (that was now a dud) to the ground, crushing it with the weight of his boot. The sun was still as bright as ever, this euphoric feeling of a previous memory swarming through him. Only it wasn't a memory. But a certain film that keeps rolling through his head. The repeating cinematic failure that is his life.

Today was a day unlike any others. The reasons for this being multiple, actually.

For one, he has just come from Joes coffee after an unsuccessful attempt to bother Rebecca. So what does he decide to do? Meet up with a buddy he saw, sitting on his lonesome ass in the streets and go steal whatever they could.

But in all honesty, Dallas was really only going about his typical schedule of tiring conquests and drinking until his gaze couldn't be held steady anymore.

He sauntered along the streets as if they were his own. The way he walked about the world held a place of authority, but not in the way you think of a local sheriff. Dallas is an authority figure in the way a criminal plays the good guy when it works in his favor. In short, Dallas is the criminal people are too afraid to put a stop to.

The day was coming to close, the sun glimmering above the houses like a shadow emerging from the corner of the room. The eerie mood had seemed to creep over this certain day. And in the end, it wasn't due to the shadows, but the beings that lurked in the dark.

Dallas had a crooked smile playing on his lips, a boy by his side. When he says it's only a buddy, Dallas truly means that he has little to no value to him. In the end, he is just another one of his cronies he appoints when he feels like having fun.

The cigarette lay on the dirt ground like a slowly dying fish, simply begging for mercy. The cigarette slowly but surely went out, the remains of it leaving itself to be burrowed within the dirt, never to be seen again.

This memory feels distant from Dallas' memory. And perhaps it is because of the days old beer he allowed to be consumed down his throat. Maybe it is the layers of dust from that warm summer day that makes this certain scene feel like a daydream you never want to return to.

All that remains inevitable is that Dallas is about to make a mistake. A misunderstanding. Whatever you would like to call it.

When his eyes stripped of compassion caught sight of that boy, he smirked to himself. Today was going to be a fun day, a day filled with trouble that would only bring him a couple laughs from his peers.

But what he doesn't know is that this is about to be one of the biggest mistakes Dallas has ever made. For it will one day be the thorns that tear into his side. This mistake will be the impending doom that proves to be absolutely embellished with grief.

This incident in particular, will be the reason he and a certain girl be forced apart. And in the end, perhaps he will grasp the idea that maybe some things never change.

Oh the things we do for the people we love.

It's quite the cross, between liking someone alright, and purely knowing that you love them. As Rebecca rushed home as fast as humanly possible, every negative aspect of her life became nonexistent. All that now mattered was that Will was in grave danger; and it was up to her to figure out what had happened.