When Timothee meets Indie model Davian Taylor-jacobs things start to sparkle between the two and they find themselves in a love wrapped situation.
Beware ; I wrote this when I was like 17 and it's trash.
warnings: mentions of mild abuse and drinking. Also shitty writing.
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Davian places her phone on the counter. Timothée moved on. He found another pretty girl to call his. Davina was left all alone, she didn't want to go back home because the silence between her and Emily was to much. It would break her in half to live in complete silence with her. All she got from her was an occasional like here and their but it was never enough. Davina has ran away to Italy. Her parents had a summer house there. She left last month and hadn't been back since. She was planning on staying here til it was all over. Til she could go back home and hug her best friend tight. At this point Timothée was the second to her worries, If Davina didn't have Emily she had no one to go thought this with. She couldn't be sad about Timothée til she had a best friend to be sad with. But Emily doesn't trust her anymore. It was Emily that had encouraged their entire relationship. That night when they first met it had been because of Emily. When Timothée refused to talk to Davina for not telling him the truth about Lucky.
Davina remembered that she still after everything hadn't told Timothée about Lucky. She got up from her bed and walked over to the diner. She sat down in the evening sunlight and pulled out a pen and paper.
Dear Timothée
You'll never get to see this letter. I hope so at least but in case i'm warning you. This is a semi sad letter about lucky. I thought it was time that.i told you about him.
When lucky first moved in with us he had anobsessive girlfriend. She was always on his ass about the smallest things. He would come in early in the morning and then leave really late at night. One day he came stumbling in at 4 am and I was in the kitchen. He walked over and hugged me. He just hugged me and cried. I think everything with his Ex was way to much for him. Lucky is fragile and tender. His heart couldn't take all the beatings from his Ex. He just cried into my shoulder that night for almost and hour. That had been it. Every night after that he would come home late and climb into bed with me. Then he would cry himself to sleep and in the morning he would be gone. 5 months into this it became more than just random sleep overs. I would stay up and wait for him like a little school girl. Then once he finally came home I'd talk to him for hours and hours so that I wouldn't hear him cry. It was to heartbreaking to listen to. He kissed me not long after that had started. It was quick and passionate but there was no fire. Sure at the time I could settle but I knew even back then I wasn't in love. I knew that Lucky would only break my heart and he did.
He had started drinking and it became so bad, he pushed me against the wall and threw a Vase. He started to raise his voice. He would've hit me if it hadn't been for Emily. She was my rock through it all, she kicked him out the same night and drove me to the hospital. He had done no major injuries but I still needed bondage.he went to rehab and then he came back. As stupid as I was I still after all that i stayed friends with him. I held contact, I was scared that if I left him all alone he would do something stupid. I was his anchor, I couldn't let him sink.
Fuck Tim, I'm really sorry for how I hurt you. I hope that She doesn't do that to you. I hope you're happy with her and that things are good. I wish you the very fucking best.
