in which she swims to forget all the pain, but he sees it all because dallas edlen is not ok and, having loved her for years, seeing that was no task.
ONE BREATH
MINIMINTER
SIDEMEN
DEATHLIES 2016
[COMPLETED]
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THIRTY TWO d a l l a s
When Dallas left, she didn't want James to follow, but he did. And if she were anybody else, she would have been grateful, but instead she was aggravated and had to bite her tongue as they walked side by side along the pathway out of school into the local town that their school was build by.
James was the first to break the silence. "Dallas," He says, getting her attention. "I'm really sorry and I know this probably isn't the best time, but I have to know. Why did you break up with me? What did I do wrong?"
Dallas draws in a breath. The air is cold in her lungs, it reminds her of herself. When it came to James and their break up, she'd always been cold and cut off from it. Drawn away from the complications that could rival the intricacy of a snowflake of the first days of winter's reign.
"I wasn't happy," She replies without looking at him. Still as closed off as always. James was the last thing she needed back in her life.
"I wish you'd said something," He tells her, shaking his head slightly and running a hand through his dark curls of hair that Dallas used to love pulling her fingers through. "If you had, maybe we could have worked it out."
"I think it was past that point." She stuffs her hands into her pockets, still not bearing to look at him in fear that he would see through the cracks in the ice. So fragile to the touch, merciless to the friendly. "Why do you care? You have Allison now."
"I don't care about Allison like I care about you. You can't just turn off feelings that you've had for years, Dal."
"Don't call me that," She snaps. "You lost all right to call me that when you started fucking my so-called best friend behind my back, James, don't even try to make me feel guilty for breaking things off with you because I was only doing what my fucking councillor told me to do weeks before I even went through with it. She told me to cut toxic people out and so I did because I knew you were fucking her but I stayed with you because I fucking love you and I didn't want to let you go, but you were making me even more depressed than I already was!"
"Dal, I-"
"I said don't fucking call me that," She hisses, her hands balling into fists inside of her pockets and her jaw clenching as James continues.
"Ok, sorry." He starts again. "I don't know why I did that to you and I'm sorry for it. You have no idea how sorry I am for it and you probably never will, but I need you to know that I still love you just as much as I did the first time I said those three words to you."
"Stop fucking lying to me. You're screwing with my head!" She stops walking, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. A solitary tear leaks from her eye, seeping between her eyelashes and running down her face in a movement that was telling. The ice was melting. It had been for a long time now. "I'm going back to speak with Violet because she's the only one who can ever clear my head. Never- um- Never speak to me again, ok?"
"Dallas-"
"Did I not make myself clear? Never speak to me again."
