"If this was us meeting for the first time, I'd do it all again. Everything. The fucks, the fuck ups, everything." Dylan and Lucy
Lucy fell silent at Dylan’s admission, the capacity for verbal exchange escaping her — a rarity for such a perpetual chatterbox. Any words she might’ve slipped out would’ve been inaudible beneath the sharp crack of her heart that rang heavily in her ears. God, she wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him. They were supposed to be best friends, they were supposed to eat pizza and watch football games and argue over what to play on the radio. The love that had developed between the two of them was so natural, she hadn’t even noticed it until everyone else began pointing it out; she wore the affection for him like a perfect coat of adoration. And, of course, everything had to fall apart.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” was all Lucy could whimper out, though her hands still intertwined with his. Daniel was supposed to drop her off the airport… as always, he was busy, couldn’t make it, all the manufactured excuses. And, as always, Dylan was there to pick up the pieces. Because he always was. The brunette’s arms wrapped tightly around him, burying her face into the curve of his neck, shattered heart thudding manically within the confines of her rattled cage. Pink lips moved close to Dylan’s ear and she murmured, “I’ll always love you most.”
romantic-madness1x1 bc i’ll be damned if this gets lost