𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

ii. antonio dawson.💫 [3]

You hadn't seen Antonio unless it was at work. There were many attempts on his part to make conversation, but you refused. You didn't want to be rude, but you couldn't be just friends with Antonio. You loved him.

You were in love with him.

It broke your heart, but you had to act like it didn't bother you. You had been staying at Maggie's place, not that Antonio kicked you out, but because you weren't ready to face him. You weren't sure if you'd ever be ready.

As days passed, you'd left your flat iron at Antonio's and decided to go get it. You knew Antonio's schedule and that he was working today. You also knew where he kept his spare key, so when you arrived at your mostly shared home, you went to your room to retrieve it.

You found it where you left it, and you could tell Antonio had left everything where you left it. You looked around at the room in disarray, shocked. Antonio was one of the neatest people you knew.

"I would've cleaned if I knew you were coming back," a low voice spoke, startling you. You turned around to see a sad expression on Antonio's face. He tried to pull a smile to accompany his joke, but you saw through it. "Y/N, when I broke up with you," he started, trying to find the right words.

"I was hurting.. that day still haunts me. Seeing you like that.. holding your body.. I thought you were dead, Y/N. I couldn't look at you without seeing you that day.. without feeling that feeling of my heart breaking when I thought I lost you.. I was scared that I lost a piece of myself that day, and I broke up with you because I figured if I stopped my myself from getting that attached to you, from getting that attached to anyone, it would make life easier to deal with when I lost them," he explained, and by this time, you had quiet tears running down your cheeks.

"Antonio, you could've talked to me. When you said you needed a break, I felt like I lost part of me too. I need you, Antonio.. I love you.." you whispered, and he pulled you into his arms. "Please come home, Y/N," he mumbled into your hair. Being in his arms again, you knew you were already there..