Heart Like Yours \\ M. Lucic

Chapter 26

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I'm having so much fun writing for this part haha

It's currently 7am and I got some writing done last night

hehehehe

But bruins played the wild (oooh Charlie !!!!! Milan actually was putting some massive hits on him...'twas great) but they lost bc they're inadequate pancakes

no they're not they're my babies

Aaaanyhow !!!!! enjoy this chapter, my loves!

😏😏😏😏😏😏 hahahaha I threw a curveball 😏😏😏😏😏😏

Love you lots xx
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Dakota's POV

"Dax, wake up."

I woke up with my head buried in Soupy's chest. For a minute--just for a minute--I forgot about everything that had happened last night. But it all came rushing back to me upon seeing Soupy's face. My cheeks were hot and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Morning, Dax," he whispered. I started to lose it before I pulled myself together.

"M-Morning, Greg," I sniffed. He rubbed my back.

"I'm gonna be going for practice soon. If you don't wanna come I understand. I'll tell Claude you're sick," he said softly. I snorted.

"I'll be fine. I'm not letting a minor thing like this derail my plans."

"Minor thing?" Greg asked incredulously. I felt a pang of sadness go through my chest. "Dax, it's no minor thing. You two dated for what, three years? Almost four. That's 1,095+ days together. You've let each other in and over your walls."

"I don't have-"

"Yes you do. You have walls. You definitely have walls. And so does he. Dax, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. He fucked up. Badly. He really fucked up, and there may not be a way to fix it. But don't you dare tell me this isn't a big deal. Because this is a huge deal."

"F-Fine," I whimpered. "I'll go to practice."

Greg kissed my head.

"Go shower then. I'm gonna be leaving soon. Would you rather come with me, or take your own car?" he asked. I got up, stretching myself out.

"You. If I go alone, I'll start thinking. And thinking is dangerous for me."

He laughed.

"Dax, I'm sorry you know."

"Don't be. I'm fine."

"You...alright. Whatever you say," he smiled softly.

"It's his fault anyway," I whispered, and I brushed a tear away with the back of my hand before Greg could see it.

"Go shower, kid."

I looked at the floor and bit the inside of my cheek; determined not to cry. I trudged into the bathroom and stripped down. I turned on the shower and let it run as I put on iTunes Radio; happy music. I got into the shower just as I heard a guitar coming through the speakers.

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted. I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted. And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine, are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you?

When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you? Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? 'Cause I'm not fine at all.

My chest constricted as I collapsed on the floor in heaving sobs. The water hid my tears, but I couldn't hold them in.

"FUCK!" I screamed, pounding my fists on the floor. "I FUCKING HATE HIM!"

I heard a sigh from Greg as the bathroom door opened.

"Dax?" he sighed.

"I'm fine," I sobbed. He sighed a third time.

"Fine. I'm leaving soon. Don't hurt yourself, love."

I remember the day you told me you were leaving, I remember the make-up running down your face. And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them, like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia. And forget about the stupid little things. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you. And the memories I never can escape. 'Cause I'm not fine at all.

My tears blended with the water. I didn't want to see his big brown eyes, his soft smile, his loud laugh. I couldn't bear to have it ripped away from me again.

The pictures that you sent me, they're still living in my phone. I 'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone. And all my friends keep asking why I'm not around. It hurts to know you're happy, yeah, it hurts that you've moved on. It's hard to hear your name when I haven't seen you in so long. It's like we never happened, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? 'Cause I'm not fine at all.

"I hate you, Lucic," I sobbed, my head in my hands. No. No, Dax. Head up high. Head held high. Don't waste your tears on him.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving. I remember the make-up running down your face. And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them. Like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia. And forget about the stupid little things. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you. And the memories I never can escape. If today I woke up with you right beside me. Like all of this was just some twisted dream. I'd hold you closer than I ever did before. And you'd never slip away, and you'd never hear me say.

Milan...Milan Lucic. I'd shared my most intimate moments with him, I'd shared my deepest secrets with him, and I'd told him things no one else ever knew. He knew my weaknesses, my insecurities, and now he wasn't a part of my life.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving, I remember the make-up running down your face. And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them, like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia. And forget about the stupid little things. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you. And the memories I never can escape. 'Cause I'm not fine at all. 'Cause I'm not fine at all. No, I'm really not fine at all. Tell me this is just a dream. 'Cause I'm really not fine at all.

"I wish that I could wake up with Amnesia," I said softly, and I wiped the tears from my face and shut the shower off.