┊| ‘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ and swam as fast as he could back to shore; left the inviting waters of her love that enveloped him in the most comforting warmth and security that he’d ever felt - and in true octavius reyes fashion: he had to leave. this time, however, it wasn’t his own fault. this time, he’d not left of his own accord. familial issues had pulled him from the resort, from her, but he’d come back for her and her alone. what could have been running through her mind kept him guilty and weighed down to a glacial pace at reconnecting once more, but tavi found himself searching for her like a lost puppy for just a chance to explain.
seeing her from afar gripped his heart, halted him and made his body ache for her again and he wondered how he’d even managed to leave a first time. they weren’t together so he couldn’t have brought her home; couldn’t have gotten his mother excited for something that wouldn’t happen especially in her fragile state at the moment.
‘ daisy! ’ he called her name in vanity, sure she wouldn’t come.
forcing himself to close the distance between them, catch her wrist in a loose grip that she could easily pull from if she wished because he wouldn’t force himself on her, tavi swallowed thickly and tried to explain. the words, however, caught in his throat as she still tried to cope with the reality of why he had snuck off from her bed once more in motions far too similar to his last night with her. ‘ daisy, i promise. baby, look at me, i promise that it is not what you think. i’m here, okay? i didn’t leave you. i couldn’t talk because - i… i had to go home, okay? just believe me. please. ’
Daisy had broken down. Not the cute kind of breakdown that she’d see other girls have when she went to college, where they’d sweat a little, come to glass frazzled with their hair awry and their nerves coffee-frayed. No... this was something different. This was bad and ugly. This was no sleep, too much alcohol, too many late nights fucking. This was Depressed and Ugly and Worthless. This was rough.
She went to work weak. She swallowed Five Hour Energies and espressos to fuel herself, and usually forgot food. Didn’t seem to have much meaning.
Tavi had said he loved her. He’d fucked her. No. Made love to her. And then, just like the ghost he’d been before, he was gone with a whisper. Daisy, a strong girl -- nothing could touch her -- had become so fragile. It was early evening when she left work, her head spinning and dizzy from too much of this and not enough of that, and then... she heard his name.
It was like a dream, like an echo, something calling out where she couldn’t hear, until she felt a hand on her wrist, and she spun to look.
Tavi. Was he a dream? She blinked, her brows knitting, eyes narrowing, trying to determine if he was real, or just a fever dream. So she’d sought him out before, forced her way into his apartment, and here he was now, begging for her to look at him. She did, but focus was out of the question; his words barely hit, and her weakened state prevented her from anything except for an expression of careless wonder and disbelief.
“Wh--” Daisy reached up and lay a hand against Tavi’s chest, steadying herself; she was gaunt. Paler. All of the makeup she caked on did nothing to cover the bags under her eyes. “What are... are you here?”
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