☀️ Part 2 of Leading Her From The Darkness ☀️
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Austyn is finally allowing herself to open back up to Dawson in a way she never thought she would be able to again.
But what happens when betrayal throws off their balance, while the man she's fa...
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It's been a few days since the altercation between Dawson and Luca; and despite the warning, Dawson never showed up to my apartment. I haven't seen him since Rachel came out at his place.
I expected as much, if I'm being candid. If it wasn't her scaring him off with whatever she said to drive the nail in the coffin, then it's without a doubt because he hates me after kissing his best friend.
There's no need for me to trivialize what I did. I fucked up... we fucked up. As good as kissing Luca may have felt in the moment, it was morally and ethically wrong, and I have to own up to my mistake. I won't cheapen how he feels with a shit excuse. There's nothing I can do, no matter how much I wish I could, to take it back, and now I have to suffer the consequences.
Be that as it may, at most I wish Dawson would talk to me about it, scream even; if that makes him feel better. Come what may, I earned what's due. Anything is better than him writing me off entirely and pretending like I never existed to him... like everything we've been through together meant nothing.
Luca, on the other hand, has been here for me, supporting me through this shit show I define as my life. Everything between us has stayed strictly platonic, regardless of how much we're battling our feelings.
His affections are fairly evident, no matter how hard he tries to hide or suppress them. They come across in his mannerisms, his sentiments, and his actions on a daily basis.
Although, my struggle has been a bit different. I truly care about Luca. He is good, and kind, and insanely caring; and he'd do anything in his power to protect me from the malignancies of the world. He's the type of guy that looks great on paper... for someone who isn't as fucked up as me. That man shouldn't be with someone who can't accept or give love the way he deserves.
Not to say Dawson deserves it, because he doesn't; but he just knows me. He sees me for all that I am; even the parts I've bent over backwards to camouflage with a rough exterior and a cynical sense of humor.
When in all actuality, I'm just treading to keep my head above water by the skin of my teeth.
And until now, he never gave up on trying to love me. I worked so hard to build up my walls, and he did nothing more than bulldoze straight through them with zero remorse.
I was that kid who took forever to learn my lesson about touching hot surfaces. This applies to the literal stance as well as people. The things I knew I shouldn't touch but was too enthralled by to see the glaring signs written on the wall as it stared me right in the face; not until it was too late. I'd get burned and then have to validate the pain once more for good measure; only to chalk it up as a misunderstanding and turn around the next day to do it all over again.
