he feels a hand on his shoulder, and before his best friend can offer any words, he’s off, turning and making a beeline for your room, barging in and marching right up to you. i’d be scared to if i were dating him.”įrowning, mikey stares down at the floor, fists and jaw clenched. “poor thing can’t even leave him, he’s too dangerous. everyone keeps a distance from him, and he’s used to that, but the words he catches through the quiet murmurs make his heart plummet and mind wander. Mikey wanders through your campus halls with draken beside him, on their way to wait outside of your class to finish when he hears whispers in the halls, turning his head with a raised brow. the gentle drag of your finger across his temple reminds him you’re here, and he knows he’ll go whatever lengths to keep it that way. and he’s not sure how he’ll function without them, but he’s glad he doesn’t have to. It’s warm in your arms, and they cage him so securely-they give him a purpose and a home and a sense of belonging all at once. and i could never think you’d hurt me,” you promise. the familiar action makes the tension in his shoulders ease-and you always manage to do that, you’re what keeps him upright. “it’s okay,” you soothe, tracing the tattoo on his temple with your finger. “i thought…i just heard-” you cut him off. “why would i think you would?” he buries his face into your stomach, taking in your words as he hugs you close. “of course you wouldn’t, kenny,” you agree, leaning down and kissing his forehead. despite his mind screaming no, he leans into your touch. There are tears pooling at his eyes, and they shock you, making you quickly come forward, cradling his face in your palms. “i wouldn’t…i-i could never,” he whispers. you flinch slightly at the sudden noise, but it makes him falter, eyes draining of any hope left. “that you wanna leave,” he raises his voice, staring at you desperately-his eyes beg you tell him otherwise. “what have they been saying, ken?” you pry gently. but perhaps you believe otherwise, and it leaves him in despair. he wants to be enough, needs to be enough for you to stay-wants you to see that he’d hand you his heart while it still beat if he could, if it was for you.
and it stings, it feels like a layer of him has been ripped off, leaving him raw and sore at the thought that maybe this hasn’t been home all along.īut he still can’t help but feel like it is, and he can’t bear to lose it. his fists clutch the fabric tightly, knuckles almost white with the force with clenches them with.ĭraken’s never known a home, not really, but he likes to think he’s found one in you. “i heard what people have been saying,” he mutters, glaring at his lap. frowning, you forrow your eyebrows, shaking your head in confusion. “how…how could you think i’d hurt you,” he whispers, voice shaky. “i’m not the one who wants to end things,” he croaks, laughing bitterly. He looks up at you, eyes uncharacteristically lost, pooled with so many emotions, you can’t quite read them all. “at least do it like a decent person, you coward,” you spit. “what is going on, ken? why haven’t you spoken to me in days? are you tryna end things?” you ask question after question. for such a large build, your boyfriend looks oddly small as he waits for you to supposedly crush his heart. You open the door unimpressed, cold and distant as he walks in with slumped shoulders, sitting on the edge of your couch hunched with his elbows leaning on his knees. but he figures that if he’s bound to lose you, it shouldn’t be like this. He stares at the text for far too long, can’t find it in him to face you-he doesn’t think he can handle it. ‘it’s over if you don’t explain what’s going on.’ it’s the text on his phone he wakes up to that forces him to trudge to your home.
Draken hasn’t spoken to you in days, and you’re at your limit.
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