Heart Like Yours \\ M. Lucic

Chapter 29

Bruh

This isn't cool anymore

It's currently 2:33 am and I can't sleep
Not to mention I just had a mental breakdown

But it's cool
The end of the chapter is from like a random persons POV so ??? Like a third person omniscient

Enjoy xx
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"C'mon in," I said in a fake cheery voice. Milan came into the house, his broad frame being hugged perfectly by a black cotton t-shirt.

"Hey," he said in an even voice. He had a broken look in his eyes.

"Hi. So, um, let's sit down, yeah?" I suggested.

"Oh, uh, yeah," he nodded, running a hand through his hair. I wanted to do that too. The two of us sat down on the couch. We remained quiet, awkwardly staring at our feet.

"So I have some boxes for my clothes out in my car," he spoke first.

"Oh. Yeah. That sounds good. Um...so, what do you want?" I asked awkwardly.

"You," he whispered. I shook my head.

"Milan," I replied.

"All I want are my clothes," he shook his head, his Canadian accent thicker than usual.

"Alright. Well...erm...let's just get you your clothes," I said softly. He nodded and he grabbed the boxes from his car. The two of us went into my bedroom silently. Milan went into the closet and started taking out his dress shirts and ties. I cringed as I looked at each one. I got another box and went to the bureau, taking out all his sweatshirts and shirts. Neither of us said a word. This was too painful.

"I'm done with the sweatshirts and shirts," I mumbled. "Can I put your jeans in with them?"

"Yeah."

And ten minutes later, all of his clothes were in boxes and in his car. He came back into the house.

"Dax?" he asked. He had tears running down his cheeks.

"Yeah, Milan?" I asked. He went into the living room and took two pictures off the mantelpiece.

"Can I take these?" he asked. He showed me two pictures of us ice skating. I had on a coat and his Bruins beanie, and he was wearing a blue sweatshirt and jeans. He looked so handsome. I almost had the urge to cry. The other picture was the two of us holding up the Stanley Cup. It was such a happy moment. He was wearing this tight, white t-shirt and.......

"Yeah. Course you can," I nodded, a pained smile on my face.

"Thanks babe." He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine before either of us realized what was happening. I swore and yelled and he bolted. I couldn't contain it; I absolute lost it. The only thing I could do was listen to music. I shuffled my phone and on came Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie. My heart broke even more as I absorbed the lyrics.

Milan's POV
"Dax?" I asked. I had tears running down my cheeks.

"Yeah, Milan?" she asked. I walked to the mantelpiece and grabbed the two things that I needed. The only two things that would stop me from doing something stupid.

"Can I take these?" I asked. I showed her two pictures of us; the first of us ice skating. She had on a grey peacoat and my goddamn Bruins beanie, and I was wearing a blue sweatshirt and jeans. She looked so fucking gorgeous. I had the urge to cry harder than I already was. The other picture was the two of us holding up the Stanley Cup. It was such a happy moment. She was wearing this purple shirt that fit her perfectly and.......