Three Years (DRap oneshot)
Well, yeah, you really thought you were pretty contented with everything you had in your life - loving friends, a perfect family, good grades, average wealth, and all that shit. Truth be told, you were happy, yes, never having to think about something you lack because honestly, you have everything.
Well, not until last week.
Everything you believed in was wrecked by a returning existence of someone you didn’t think would come back.
Dalton was your ex-boyfriend, yep, i think you could say that. Kind of an ex-boyfriend. Three years ago, both of you were happy and in love, not having to worry of what’s to end or what’s to come. Problem is, you’re not official. No labels, no commitments, no ownerships, But it’s okay - it’s beyond okay - you were fine knowing you won’t leave each other because everything you feel about him is mutual. Well, if not more, as much.
But then again, life has its own struggles and it made the both of you choose between yourself or the other. You both agreed to choose yourselves, and just go back to reconsidering that choice if that time has to come. You never thought it would, now did you? But it did, there he was, standing in front of your doorway, wearing that same cheeky smile he wore three years ago.
You start to question yourself, “Is this it? Is this the time we were talking about back then?”
D waved his hand in front of your face with a hi, just like how he used to three years ago. Classic D. You waved back and let him enter the perimeters of your shelter, letting him inhale the same breeze of the home you’ve grown up in.
Catching up with him, you realized three years was too much. He’s changed; in a good way, though. Physically, mentally... Emotionally.He became stronger, more passionate in all of his endeavors.
But here’s you, still mesmerized by the thought that someone could changes as much as this man in front of you has. Comparing him to yourself, you realized the happiness you felt for the past three years was nothing compared to what he felt. You knew you just masked the emptiness of the thought of him choosing himself over you with the tactile things you have around you. Then again, he has won. After three years, he still fucking won.
“By the way,” D started telling you before he stepped out of your house after a very long talk with you. “It was nice seeing you again. Three years were... Wow. You’ve changed a lot.” You just smiled as a response, not knowing what words to tell him, since he’s obviously way more superior than you now. “Uhm, if it’s okay with you, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend tomorrow?”
His words echoed through your head. Girlfriend. So he definitely has a girlfriend.
So after three years, it’s not valid to even reconsider past choices. He’s gone far from who he was three years ago. Three years, enough to change a boy he was before into the man he is now.
You watch him stride his way away from you, as you say to yourself:three years. Three years.
