Dallon sat casually in his room, smiling and nodding to words from Breezy that he didn't fully register. His mind was in other places. He was focused on the task at hand for the night ahead.
He and Brendon had planned things carefully. Knifes from separate locations, the dark of the middle of the night, and an unknowing alibi when the time came.
"Do you remember at all how our first kill together went?" Brendon asked as he stepped into the small yard outside of his studio. He had just finished arranging a finer detail for their next target. Dallon had stepped out to allow Brendon no distractions.
Dallon laughed, turning to face the shorter man. "Of course I do. It was the first time I felt right after being broken." He jerked his head to the side, cracking his neck bones into a new alignment. "It was so simple: A slit, a stab, a gurgle, and the dimming of whatever once rested behind their eyes..." Dallon trailed off.
That's what he felt over the course of getting over Josh. A slit that brought tears from his eyes. A stab that came with the realization that Josh would never come back. A gurgle from choked back emotions when he had to face others that had no idea why he should be upset. The acceptance that drained hope from him when his father seemed happier, for some reason, and began pushing a relationship with Breezy more.
"I didn't believe it to be as therapeutic as you claimed at first." Brendon laughed, scratching the back of his head with a laugh. "I never imagined myself joining in..."
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Blank Space °°Brallon/Ryden°°
Fanfiction×°They'll tell you I'm insane...°× Dallon didn't expect much to come from a comment on a social media post, but he especially didn't expect to fear for his life...
