Daughter of Swift + Bk 4 (Haylor&DustinFF) (Completed)

Chapter 3 ~ Blue Eyes

Justin’s POV:

I swallowed, I was nervous; I was scared and trying to prove a point.

I adjusted myself in the seat, and glanced back to the empty wine bottle resting beside the seat at the window.

Darcy deserved to know Bert moved on, he changed because of her.

I swallowed again. Do it Justin, I urged myself.

I turned my head to Darcy’s, her eyes wandered me, sparkling blue questioning eyes.

“Darcy” I begin, I didn’t feel strong, I felt foolish stepping into her home, creating more of a stir, “I’m sorry like I said about today, you deserve to know that Bert moved on, but you didn’t deserve to know like that” I press on

My eyes slide shut with guilt, as I realise how I’ve become Bert’s spoke’s person, Bert and I had finished up as friends, we grew distant, as we didn’t see the same things any more, we developed different values, and saw things in different ways now, some of me regretted giving up on Bert, but the other half of me knew why.

“I’m here because I’m worried about you, I get second hand news from Becca, but I needed to see you myself, I needed to talk to you, and explain” I go on.

I hear Darcy sip wine, and something inside me clicks, sort of tears, breaks even.

“Why do you do it Darcy?” I ask her, my tone half annoyed half angered. “Why do you inflict harm to yourself?”

My eyes slowly open and rest on hers, I watch her turn away. I watch her stare somewhere else force an answer through her trembling lips. I realise yet again I’m the bad guy in the situation, I’m the fool, who come out of nowhere.

“Because, I hurt Justin, because I go into a state where my past doesn’t haunt me,” she says smoothly, she licks her lips of the red liquid.

I swallow the answer inside me, dragging it down, allowing it to rest in me in the deepest part.

What can I tell my ex best friend, ex’s girlfriend? Am I even sure why I’m here?

“I want you to see me as Justin” I blurt out, “I want you to not see me as associated with Bert, but I was associated but not any more, not now, and not ever” I explain.

Darcy searches my eyes “And why is that important?” she asks me, she is casual smooth, concealed. And it frustrates me, she is so contain just like Bec said, she sees her drinking habitat as normal, she sees looking behind her like breathing, so simple so easy, but looking ahead un heard of, un thinkable.

The question she asks me is of course no surprise because I’m asking that myself, I’m asking that now, before I arrived and I’ll be asking myself that after I leave.

My eyes slide from hers to the floor.

“I’ll go” I say, thinking its best on her and me.

“You wanted a tea,” she tells me.

I nod at her, not remembering if I had asked or if she offered.

She left the half glass of wine behind moving about the kitchen.

I looked at the wine, and I looked at her, is it wrong to want something more for someone when you know they can get it? She’s wasting her tears on Bert, he moved on, and she’s drinking herself stupid, depending on the past to make the future brighter.

I look at the liquid in the glass, maybe I don’t understand her, maybe I never did, maybe, I don’t want to understand at all. But I’m here all the same, that means something in its self it just has to.