*2 weeks later*
DANSBY
"Babe, stop," she said as I continued tickling her.
I laughed as she continued struggling, "Taylor, don't resist."
We both stopped as we heard the front door open and close and a figure emerge from the hallway.
"Oh... sorry I thought you had a game today..." she trailed off before walking to her room.
"Wait, Blake," I said as I jumped up from the couch and followed her into her room.
"Dansby, I'm just here to grab the rest of my stuff," she said with a sigh.
"Why are you leaving?"
She looked at me like I was stupid before responding. "You know why."
I watched as she continued to grab what was left in the room. It was nearly empty at this point. Today was the first time I had seen her since her confession.
I chose to walk away from her after that. She had been slowly collecting her stuff when I was at my games.
"You don't have to do this, Blake."
"I do. Please don't make this any harder," she said as she walked out.
*1 month later*
"No, Mom. I have no idea where she is," I said.
"Look, if she wanted to be found, then she would have told someone. Maybe you need to stop trying to find her."
"What if she's in trouble?"
"She's a smart girl. She's not in trouble. It's probably best for you to let her go. Blake obviously doesn't want to be here, so why attempt to find her and drag her back?"
"Because I need her, Mom. I need her here. I'm the one that drove her away. She belongs here."
*1 week later*
"Dansby, have you seen Blake lately? She hasn't came to any of the games. Us WAGs miss her," Chelsea says.
"No, I haven't seen her," I said, walking away.
"What do you mean? You guys live together," she says, her voiced laced with confusion.
"Not anymore."
"Dansby, what are you talking about?"
"She left. She left, okay? She ran away and she's not coming back. It's been over a month since I've seen her. She got all of her stuff from the apartment and she disappeared. She doesn't answer any of my calls, and I have no idea where I could find her. That is what I'm talking about," I yelled.
"Oh, Dansby," she said, placing her hand on my shoulder. "Why did she leave."
"Because I couldn't tell her that I loved her. She left because I was so much of a coward that when she told me that she loved me, I ran away. I ran to Taylor. It's all my fault, and now I'll never see her again."
"You love her?" I heard from behind me.
"Shit," I groaned before turning around. "Taylor, wait."
"I knew it. I knew you loved her, but I didn't want to believe it. When she left I thought that you would get over it, and we could finally be happy. I thought we were happy," she said, her voice just above a whisper. I could see the tears in her eyes that had yet to spill over.
"Tay-
"No. Don't try to say anything. You love her. You don't love me. I'm not going to be with you because I deserve better. I deserve better than a man who is only with me for a distraction, so I'm going to walk away. I'm going to walk away, and you are not going to follow me. You aren't going to contact me or speak to me ever again," Taylor said as she backed away from me.
"Goodbye, Dansby."
