She was lost and so was he.
Who knew that two broken hearts can connect to one.
Arabella's world has been rigged since the day she was born. Her fate had been decided for her much longer before she even had been conceived in the womb. So it came as...
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I scream into my pillow before inhaling deeply and gazing upward. I slouch into the mattress, wishing I could just vanish. I tightly close my eyes, hoping to block out what had just happened.
Instead, I continue to lay there, replaying the memory of him walking away. My eyes slowly open, and I let them drift about the room. I picture Dominic looking at me with such vulnerability as he asked me to do one thing for him. He never once asked for anything on his behalf during the entire time we were together. Then again, I froze when he asked if we could tell others about us.
When I denied him the one thing he needed, I could see how his eyes started to crack in front of me. I saw the tears gathering in his blue eyes, and I can still clearly remember how close I came to crying for him. I was so tempted to say yes. But I knew how furious my family would be with me. They'd be pissed. I've been back for a little over a year, but I can't shake the feeling that things will soon deteriorate again.
I don't want them to be upset at me. I can't stand it when they're angry with me.
"Fuck you, Dominic. Fuck you for putting me in this situation. Fuck you for making me feel horrible." I mumble, even as tears clog my vision. My throat burns as I try to hold them in, but I can't stop myself when a few slip. And before I know it, those few tears become a full waterfall.
My hand reaches for my phone, wanting to call him. Every time I felt like things were getting too difficult for me in the past four months, I found myself leaning on Dominic. It took time for me to feel comfortable talking to him about these things. Specifically, my depression. Though Dominic always kept his hand held out for me, waiting until I was ready to take that step toward him.
I didn't realize that by doing that, I was giving him a piece of myself. It seemed like a piece of me was missing whenever he was gone, or I felt distant from him. I felt distant from myself. I didn't realize how much that meant until I started losing him.
He never made it look like my issues were a burden on him. But I was aware that he was keeping his problems from me. After he talked to me about Christina that night, it was as if that was all I could get from him. When I asked him if something was wrong, he shut himself off.
It brought back memories of the times when he would separate himself from me, making it seem like his issues were never as serious as mine. A selfish part of me enjoyed being thought of first. But it seemed wrong when I realized what he was doing.
In the end, both of us got hurt. He kept himself hidden from me. And I did the same in return. In our own fucked-up way, we tried protecting each other from ourselves. And look where it brought us. Him leaving with tears in his eyes and me crying by myself.
I jump when my phone pings with a message. Immediately, I'm looking for a message from Dominic. Hoping for something from him, my heart flips. Even if he were going to yell at me and become angry yet again, I wouldn't give a damn. I just needed him to tell me that we could fix this. That we aren't over.
