Dallon moves in next door to the biggest partiers. Brendon. When Brendon runs into him on more then one occasion more comes out of it then expected.
Dallon p.o.v. Is @trixxiee78
Brendon p.o.v. Is @prettyodd_panic
Contains: smut, cussing, talks on...
Life is funny when you open up to people. Usually, I would have expected an I love you Brendon or thank you for opening up babe. Life slapped me in the fucking face. I can honestly say I loved Dallon with all my being. I would have done anything for him. Man, things change. He left me. He left me broken. He left me still wanting him. I can't, I have respect for myself.
The plane ride home was a mix of ruining my 2 year sobriety and silent tears. My chest aches as it once did for Ryan. Why do I do this to myself. This is my fault. If I didn't walk out of that coffee shop. Stop. He would have done it anyways. I am shit. I am worthless. The thoughts, they don't help. But they'll never go away. He was the only thing that could make them subside.
week later...
Boys night. Spencer, Pete, and Frank. We all pile in my bed and have a marathon of "scary" yet old films. I finally scrubbed the smell of him out of my home. Sold the ring, boxed up his belongings and gave them to a sad eyed Breezy. Poor girl. She loved us together, but so did I.
"Want me to make some popcorn?" Spencer says as he gets off the bed. He moved back in. It was stupid for him to ever leave. I fall on my side where my head lands in Franks lap. His tattooed fingers play with my hair the way Dallon's did. Hot tears fill my eyes and escape before I have control to stop them. Sniffles fill the room and break the almost too silent silence.
"Hey Bren, you got the flu or something?" Frank laughs before he realized what was actually happening. "B no, you don't need to cry over him." Pete sits there sitting awkwardly in his own world. "Fuck, if he wasn't your neighbor he would be in the hospital." I sit there, in my puddle of tears. The void in my chest aches for two things. He is one of them.
month later...
They say once the five stages of loss are over you have healed. Have I healed? Work is terrible. The students have caught on. Most, including me, couldn't believe what Dallon did. Wouldn't believe what he did.
Next was anger. I was angry, thinking of every way I could hurt him. Sold the ring, threw the rest of his shit on his lawn. I even went as far as to invite Breezy over for dinner. She said yes because she can't stand the house smelling of alcohol and piss. It was truly a tragedy we got ourselves into. Thus we both spiraled into bargaining. Random hookups when we were both lonely. Angry sex, I believe it was. I would lay in my bed at night and think of all the possible ways I could have reacted, all the possible outcomes.
This spiraled into the next, and last stage I hit. Depression. My appetite was nonexistent. The only thing my stomach consisted of was cigarettes and a whiskey coffee. I never showered. I was back to myself. Before I got my teaching credentials, before I met Dallon. I was the 2004 anorexic grease rat formally known as Brendon. Minus the cocaine. I am the definition of loneliness. They aren't really gone. Avoid your friends, they don't really care about you. Spencer moved out. Moved on.
"Brendon, you aren't good for me, usually people move on by now." He had his luggage in his hands. I am devastated. Lost my fiancé, job, now my best friend.
"I'm getting better, I really promise."
I promise.
two months later...
I think I am finally on my way to acceptance. I'm on my way to a new school, this time teaching music and theater. I'm in the same town, just a different house. Change is good. I'm still binge drinking though. Smoking too. I grab my keys off the counter of my new LA townhouse to see a message from an unknown number.
unknown: Miss me xx
me: who is this ??
unknown: Who do you think, my sun xx My phone falls out of my hands as I realize there is only one person who knows that nickname.
me: ryan?? why the hell are you texting me?
ryan: meet me at roasters and i'll explain to you what's going on xx
me: I have a job?? what if you aren't even there?
ryan: trust me babe xx
My stomach churns as I call in sick to work. I grab my keys and drive over to the local ma and pa coffee shop. Anxiety fills my veins as I walk into the place and see my porcelain moon sitting with his back facing me. I walk over to the table as he stands and wraps his ghostly arms around me. I hug back, unknowing of what to do.
He does his usual shy smile before speaking "Hey Bren, it's been awhile." he fiddles his fingers around his coffee mug. Black, as usual.
"What are you doing in the US? How did you find me." my head spins. I'm so confused.
"Before I explain anything, I have a picture to show you." he pulls out his cracked android.
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"Dallon, walked into the bar I was working at told me how his fiancé is being mean and ignoring him," I gulp, he wasn't wrong. "I don't think you understand how easy you made it for me to do this to you." He then swipes and I gaze upon a shirtless Dallon in a strangers bed. I start choking on my tears. My head is spinning. I stand
"Why would you fucking do this to me?! Haven't you ruined me enough?" I scream at him, not caring we are in public. With a hard slap in his face he stands there dazed.
"Its called, revenge fucking." I run out of the coffee shop by the time those words left his chapped lips. I drive home and do something I never thought I would have done. In the bottom drawer of my dresser was my precious metal straw, a mirror, and a baggie. Anything to forget the pain. The past.
