Leather Dreams

Apart

Chap 36:

Amaya pov:

Tissues were scatted all over while I seek refuge at Milly's place.

"I just don't get how he could break up with me when we just started," I munch on ice cream while Milly sighs.

"I mean.." she trails off suspiciously.

"What? Just spill it!" I cough in the blanket.

"You two are adorable together but I do get where he is coming from. I mean you were almost killed and raped, babe," she rubs my shoulder as I sniffle.

"I know, and I get why he's doing it and pushing me away on purpose by saying shitty things. But it still sucks because I never thought he would successfully get me to leave him,"

She hands me the chocolate ice cream tub and leans back to watch the TV.

"Yeah...but at least this way you two are going to have your priorities straight and can focus and work on yourselves before anything,"

"But whats the problem in working on ourselves together? Isn't being part of a couple meant to uplift and encourage you to be the best version of yourself?"

"Yes but that doesn't work for all couples. Sometimes you grow together or you grow independently in order to learn to mature a bit more and finally trust each other,"

"I mean he basically said that it's all his fault. I mean, fuck!! Just say you don't want to change for me," I wipe a stray tear from my cheek and bite my lower lip.

"He does but he doesn't want to rely on you anymore because of his problems. He wants to man up and mature more before you know..,"

"Urghhh!! I hate it when you're right. You're supposed to be telling me how much boys suck and should die,"

Millys laughs and hugs me, brushing the hair away from my face.

"I love you babe. And boys do suck at relationships but still....at least he's trying,"

"I know. I know he was trying to break up with me and I fell for it but can't he see that its okay to grow together?"

"Amaya, baby. No offence but you've really helped him out, even if it doesn't seem like it. He really appreciates you and subconsciously you always help him tackle his problems,"

"So? I wanna fight for Dex and be in his corner. Is that so wrong?"

"No...but he doesn't want to be a burden and put you in trouble or danger like he previously has done. Let him learn his way and straight out his life. Its gonna take time,"

"This fucking sucks ass!!" I huff and lean onto her shoulder.

She brushes her blonde hair to the side and turned up the volume to the movie we are watching.

"Fighting with someone you love always sucks. But its time to focus on yourself right now like how many packets of melted chocolate and marshmallows you're eating,"

I playfully nudge her and smother a smile, stuffing one down my throat.

"Just let me have this in peace,"

"Alright, babe. But you start to feel sick and I'm making you a lemon and coconut smoothie,"

I raise my brow and shake my head.

"Is that supposed to scare me? You always make the best food and drinks,"

"Shut up, and feel threatened."

I lift my hands in defence and she playfully tugs on a strand of my hair.

And just like that, life doesn't suck too much. After all, sometimes we all just need a break from each other to live a little bit more.