His eyes widened, lips slightly parted as he stared at your broken expression. “Am-” Your hiccuped, vision blurry from the tears, “Am I not good enough?” You questioned, a frown etched onto your face as you waited for an answer. Your sobs only become louder at the feeling of his hands holding you, “Come on, tell me what’s wrong pretty.” He pulled away, his hands holding your face, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Draken took you into his embrace, warmth spreading across your face as he pushed your head against his chest. Did he really not like you anymore? Was he going to break up with you? Thought after thought flooded your mind, you didn’t realize that you had stopped walking, quiet sobs leaving your lips, startling Draken. So silent that you began to overthink again. He shifted his body so he could look at Emma, “Thank you for helping me find her.” And with that he turned back to you, his hand resting on your back, guiding you in the same direction you were going. Approaching you, he gently wrapped the scarf around your neck, but with it being so large it engulfed the bottom part of your face as well. Looking over your shoulder you could see him walking out from behind Emma, his hands slowly working at the scarf around his neck. You froze at the sound of his deep voice behind you.
I think I’m just going to go home.” You whispered, staring down at your feet you began to shuffle forwards towards the sidewalk, prepared for the cold journey home. “Y/N come on, you need to get inside, you’re freezing.” She tried to usher you inside but you just shook your head, removing yourself from her grasp. “Y/N! Where have you been? Draken and I have been looking for you.” She approached you, her warm hand landing on your barely covered shoulder, letting out a gasp at how cold your body was to the touch. The door next to you opened revealing Emma with a worried look on her face, a small gasp leaving her lips when she spotted you staring up at the sky. The stars shining above you, a numb smile on your face at the twinkling pecs of light dusting across the sky.
Traces of your mascara could be seen trailing down the apples of your cheeks, a blank look on your face as you stared up at the sky. Ten minutes soon turn into thirty, your tears long gone, dried onto your cheeks. Your entire body shaking as the sobs left your mouth, the only other sound that could be heard was cars driving down the busy street off to the side of the building. Ten minutes go by, and you’re still in the same spot, your hands muffling the sound of your sobs. The longer you stood there the more you wished you wouldn’t have worn a skirt tonight, your legs feeling numb as the freezing temperature ate away at your skin.įive minutes go by, and you’re still waiting by the door, silent tears falling down your cheek sending shivers down your body. Tears welling up in your eyes as you waited, waited for him to come out and stop you from leaving. Slipping out into the cold night air, your breath clouding up in front of you with every exhale. Off in their own little world they didn’t notice you slip away, leaving the building completely. You silently stood up, waiting for one of them to even notice, but just like you suspected, neither of them did. Emma’s hand lightly hitting Draken’s chest as he told her some stupid joke, the feeling of your heart shattering to a million pieces as he just sent her a warm smile.
The sound of their laughs resonated through your head, a happy smile on both of their faces as they continued talking as if you weren’t even there. And just like that he gave up on that, stating that he was happy that you were experimenting with different looks, but even after changing things about yourself to resemble Emma, he was still closer to her than his own girlfriend. When he had questioned you about it, you simply pushed it off as you were trying different styles. So when you slowly started to wear more clothes just like Emma’s, Draken had taken notice immediately. Sure you’ve never been one to dress like that all the time, but you thought that’s why Draken had picked you, because you were never afraid to express yourself how you wanted. Was it because she was pretty? Her blonde hair is always perfectly styled, wearing the prettiest skirts and dresses you’ve ever seen. He would always make sure you were included, but now as you sit and watch them laugh about whatever they were talking about, not noticing the desperate look on your face. There was a time when you would be included in the conversations, whether it be something you know everything about or nothing at all. It wasn’t always like this, sitting off to the side as you watched your boyfriend and best friend converse without you.
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