Dillan's POV

When I finally get off of work, it's around three and all my favorite customers have gone home. Even though Kane said he wasn't going to be here, I couldn't stop myself from hoping that he would still stop by.

Even if I do call him stupid and annoying some times.

It's the other times that count.

I double check the floor to make sure everything is clean and neat before I nod to my coworkers who are at the desk and head to the back. I open the door to the break room and walk to my locker, putting in the combination before I open it and begin to gather my stuff.

Vincent had came and asked me some questions about the lady, making sure that it wasn't anything serious but I told him not to worry about it.

This wouldn't be the first time I had to deal with arrogant family members.

Curtis' mom was just as lethal when I knew her, even more so after he left us.

I slam the door down on my train fo thought, the words and process unexpected. I wait for a panic attack to choke me, making me relive the night that he got snatched away from me but it doesn't come. I don't hear the sirens or the crunch of glass beneath strangers feet and I frown. Even though it should feel good not to panic after thinking about that night, it's still scary.

Because it means that it doesn't affect me as much as it did before. Which means I'm loving on.

Moving on just means more opportunities to get hurt and left behind.

I sigh to myself, not needing to have thoughts like this when i don't have a drink near me to slam back. I reach into my locker and grab my bag and my jacket, taking off my hat to throw it in my bag before I close it up. After my jacket in on and zipped up, I throw my bag over my shoulders before I make my way form through room, waving at Vincent who is coming down from his office.

I walk through the door and head down the sidewalk, making my way down to my apartment that I haven't frequented these past few days.

And it would be nice to have my own clothes and sleep in my bed for once. I told Kane that I was sleeping there for the night but I'm not sure if he took it as an invitation or a statement.

And though I will never admit it, a part of me is hoping that either way, he'll find his way over to me and my bed at my apartments. I look both ways before I cross the street before I do so, my throat only closing up a little as I walk across the street.

I pull out my headphones about halfway home, the sounds of the world and the cars around me giving me a headache. I turn on a random playlist, smiling to myself at the music that flows into my ears, the soft music giving me something to walk to. My footsteps fall on to the ground on beat and it feels strange. Because in a sense as I'm walking home from work, I feel content. And dare I say it, happy, a strange concept that I haven't even thought about in years.

All I ever wanted is to get through the day. I can worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. Even with the realization it makes my smile rise on the corners as I near the complex that's just a few minutes ways down the road.

A car whizzes by me and I look up, annoyed at the disturbance until I get a look at it and it almost looks like Kane's car. But since it doesn't stop and slow down beside me I assume it's not and I go back to walking and listening to the music singing in my ear.

I finally get to my neighborhood and I turn into it, making my way to my building only to find that it was in fact, Kane. He's leaning against the side of his car with a grin as he waits for me but I still can't help the ping of irritation flick through me. A little annoyed at him, but mostly at myself. Though I complain about it, I can't deny the fact that the way he always drives beside me and tries to convince me to get in the car makes me feel like i'm some way I'm being looked after.

But I ignore the complicated feelings within me and look at Kane with a raised brow at the pure happiness rolling off of him in waves, his body practically vibrating on the spot.

"Hey, what did I miss?" I ask him, going to stand in front of him as he leans against his car. His shoulder shrugs as if what he's about to tell me is no big deal but I can tell it is by the look of joy on his face.

"Oh you know, nothing much. I just have a fight coming up." He tells me and though i know nothing about fighting and boxer my smile stretches big.

"Congrats! When is it?" I ask him and I watch as his eyes soften, and it breaks my heart a little to know that someone being happy for him is such a rarity he gets so happy at the bare minimum.

"It's a month from now so I will be training a lot." He tells me and at first I feel panic flying through me, feeling like this conger is going in a direction that was completely unexpected until he dismisses all of them with a sentence. "I'll be busy but you can come sit with me while I train if you want. It might get boring." He tells me but I can see the hope in his eyes mirroring the one in my heart that I won't show.

"Maybe." I tell him with a sky smirk though I know that I will be there as often as I can, even if he doesn't know that yet.

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I've noticed I have a lot of fluffy characters matched with sarcastic little shits and honestly I'm loving it at the moment. Writing is going really good today guys and it's not even ten yet. Let's hope this continues.

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