Save Me {Dylmas}

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A few weeks later, Dylan had seemed to be getting better and had began filming again. He was still healing and so he couldn't do the running scenes just yet. Everything had been going well; as far as Dylan knew. I'd been drinking still, but cleverly hiding it from him. Dylan and I were sat on a booth with the rest of the cast in a quiet restaurant making small talk when I finally stepped up.

"I have something to say," I said loudly over the mumbling chatter, "Kaya, Dylan and I are the only ones aware of this."

"Thomas..." Dylan whispered, tugging at my arm.

"Dylan and I are dating. Have been for about a month and a half." I said, "If any of you have an issue with that, we don't care."

There was an awkward silence for a moment, before everyone started getting up and hugging us, congratulating us. I smiled, taking a sip of my water, my conscious desperately yelling at me to drink some alcohol. Once everyone had settled down, I told Dylan I was going to have a cigarette outside, and would be back soon. Going out back, I lit a cigarette and took the flask hidden on the inside pocket of my jacket. Gulping it down, I drank the remains of it very quickly. The moon was a bright, pearly white and shone down on the river behind the restaurant, glimmering in the water. I should've been out there with Dylan, kissing him under the moonlight. As if reading my mind, the door opened and Dylan walked out.

"Hey," I smiled at the love of my life.

"Hey." Dylan looked genuinely happy for once. "It's beautiful out here, don't you think?"

"Sure is," I replied, taking Dylan's hand and sitting on the bench behind the fence. "You're so perfect," I said, staring at Dylan's beautiful eyes. He always claimed they were boring, but they were the deepest, darkest brown, and they held so much mystery, so much beauty. 

"Shut up," He laughed awkwardly, and I could see he didn't believe that he was perfect. But he was.

"I'm serious. You are." I smiled, and our lips connected again. For a brief moment, I felt that familiar warmness, before Dylan pulled away and stood up.

"You've been drinking again, haven't you?" I shook my head, but knew it was too late, "No, no I tasted it! Don't you dare try and make me seem crazy! Your a liar!" Angered, Dylan stormed back into the restaurant, limping as he did. It took me a moment to adjust to what just happened before I ran after him.

"Dylan! Dylan, stop!" I yelled after him. Everyone looked our way, and I saw Kaya run up to Dylan and I. Then I blacked out.