"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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"There is something seriously wrong with you, right?" I ask Dakota, meeting his gaze.
Green eyes sharpen, almost punishingly, but I do not back down. Not now.
I bite my lip, feeling the rapid thuds in my heart as I meet his intense gaze with a silent plea. "Tell me what you are going through?"
I see a raw opening, a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes, but then he quickly masks it. As if he is on the verge of revealing his dark secrets, yet something invisible and powerful holds him back.
"What is so dangerous that you can't even speak?" My voice a soft whisper of concern, while he responses with a deep, penetrating gaze, filled with layers of complex emotions.
I rest my hand gently on his torso and feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath.
"Talk to me." My voice almost pleading.
My heart races, hard and fast, matching the rhythm of his own beats as I lean in closer and urge him softly, "Please."
His gaze intensifies and I hear his jaw clench with unspoken words as if he is wrestling with his demons. I can almost see the silent battle raging in his eyes, a war against himself.
Words seem to be on the tip of his tongue, yet he doesn't utter a single work, keeping them trapped within by whatever haunts him.
I gather courage and draw closer to him with a longing to connect, to understand, to share whatever burden, fear he is carrying.
"Dako-" *Buzz*
But the moment shatters abruptly as his watch vibrates with an intrusive sound of a reminder.
Dakota removes his arm from around me and glances at his wrist, with a flicker of resignation in his eyes.
"It's time to take my pill." He announces with a hollow echo in his voice and rises from the water.
A sense of loss washes over me as he walks away, creating an untouchable physical and emotional barrier around him.
Dakota wraps a towel around his hips and stride towards the locked medicinal cabinet, and with a swift motion of his fingers, the sealed hatch opens up.
From the bathtub, I watch him swallowing a pill from the little orange bottle, feeling a surge of complex-concerned emotions in me.
My heart is again doing weird things in my chest and I have never felt this conflicted in my life.
I want to hug him. I want to hit him with a stick. I want to sit down and talk more about his nightmares. I want to run away and colour my hair. The FucK!
"I'll be going to bed, you can watch the movie if you like." Dakota informs me in a matter-of-fact tone, before disappearing into his walk-in closet.
