"I can't do this anymore," he mumbled.
I froze at the comment, running through all of the possibilities of what it could mean in my mind."What do you mean?" I squeaked.
"I'm not good enough for you. . ." He started.
"Dyl--"
"No!" He shouted unexpectedly, making me jump. "You don't get it. I'm not good enough," he said through gritted teeth.
"Dylan, stop," I started, my eyes welling with tears.
"You need to get away from me before I hurt you even more!" He cried, seeming angry, upset, and frustrated all at once as his eyes glistened with tears.
"You don't need to do this. . ." I whispered, one tear falling from my eye.
"I do, Maddie. I love you so much, and nothing will ever change that. That's why I'm letting you go. Now I'm going to get out of the car, and I'm going to go inside. And you have to promise me that you are going to drive away ans never talk to me again. You're going to find a new love, and forget about me," he spoke carefully, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Nothing you do could ever make me make that promise."
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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