No One Cares || Danti ✔️

27.

"You killed him..." Dark says, making me feel as if he was biting his own tongue to keep more secrets away from me.

"How?" I question.

"What?"

"How did I kill him, Dark?" I want to know the answer, but I feel like I had already known it from what Quinton had said earlier.

Dark mumbles something, and I just barely hear it. I know what he had said, and it made chills slither down my spine.

"I did... I did what?" I speak, unbelievingly. My chest starts to physically hurt, and I can't even look at Dark.

"You, uhm, you used your energy and disintegrated him..." he says, twiddling his thumbs.

"Oh my... oh my god." My body starts to shake, and I stand up off of the bed. My body rattles with sobs as I leant into the doorframe. "I'm a fucking monster."

"Anti baby, no, you're not. You were trying to protect us and yourself. You went blind with anger-"

"I fucking disintegrated him!" I yell, my heart pounding deafeningly hard, but not particularly beating fast. "You 'killed' him with a fucking knife! I fucking made his body into fucking ashes!" I scream, my head growing hot with the harsh pressure on my lungs. "Only monsters do that... only monsters."

"Anti, it doesn't matter how you killed him, you were trying to protect us. You went blind with fury. You couldn't control it," he calmly says, gently wrapping his arms around my torso as tears continued to drip off of my chin. He kisses up my neck, cooling me down a bit.

"I don't know if I can keep doing this," I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut. "It's one thing after the other. I can never get a break, and I'm dragging you down with me. Maybe we should... maybe we should go on vacation. To an amusement park or Hawaii or something. I know you're stressed too with having to deal with all my issues. You need a break. We need a break from everything."

"That sounds good. Some... alone time to ourselves," his voice goes darker, and I could feel myself submit as his hands trailed up my sides.

But I stepp away, teasing a bit, "save it for the trip, lover boy. Get to packing. Where do you want to go?" Forget what happened. Forget it. It's fine. I can't rewind time.

"Hm," he crosses his arms as he thinks, "what about Ireland? You haven't been there in awhile, and we could possibly take Seán and Mark with us. But different hotels," he says with a roguish look.

I laugh, "no shit. Those two are so childish that we would probably wake up with a bunch of random shit around our room or on our bodies."

He chuckles along, "yep, definitely getting them a different hotel."

"Okay, so it's settled? Ireland with or without our brothers?" I repeat the plan and he nods.

"You know, after we come back, we should get a pet. Like a scorpion or snake," he implies and I giggle.

"Fine. You're taking care of it, though. I can't even take care of myself."

"You're not wrong about that," he says mischievously. I slap his shoulder.

"Rude."

•How was this?•