Kane's POV

Dillan finally has a day off, and though I know telling him this would scare him away, I've missed him while he's been at work.

So when my eyes open the next morning and I find Dillan laying beside me, the time past five in the morning, I can't help but let myself smile as I think about all the things we could do today.

Just when I'm starting to fall back asleep I hear a noise form beside me. At first I think it's a moan, but when I make myself wake up, I realize that's it sounds like Dillan is.... crying? I quickly sit up, rubbing my eyes as sleep tried to wash over me again and I pull Dillan's shoulder, making him turn towards me, only to see tears streaming down his face, tiny sobs echoing out of his chest.

Not knowing what else to do, I shake him, calling out his name softly as my free hand brushes away the tears on his face, my heart aching at the sight of him crying.

"Baby, baby what's wrong? Wake up." I urge him and after a few more shakes, his eyes flutter open and I catch sight of his eyes that are filled with fear and tears, the water leaking down the side of his cheeks as he tries to come back to reality. "Hey." I tell him softly, my hands working over time to clear the tears form his cheeks.

He doesn't say anything but looks up at me, his eyes searching my face, eyes, nose all of it, as if checking to make sure I'm okay.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask him, not expecting an answer and I don't get one. Instead he turns to that his back is to me, but to my surprise, he reaches for me to lay with him and I do, pulling him into my chest, his skin hot form whatever nightmare was playing behind his eyes. And then he begins to talk.

"Three years ago, I had a boyfriend. His name was Curtis and we had been together for years. We went out partying and I wasn't feeling too good. I knew we shouldn't have gotten in that car... but Curt... he wanted to make sure I was okay. But when we got to a red light, he kept going a truck came and smashed into us. I watched as his body went halfway flying out the window after we tumbled around. I only survived because I was on the opposite side and my self belt was on."

His body isn't shaking anymore, but his voice is barely about he a whisper as I finally get to story of what happened to him and why he's afraid of cars.

Because the last car he was end took everything from him. And he knows it was they're fault.

"It's not your fault he died." I tell him, knowing that's what he's thinking. He tended beneath me and I keep going, even if it means that he'll kick me out, I need him to know this. "It was his choice to get in the car. It was his choice not to wear a self belt. You not feeling good isn't the reason he's gone. And I'm not leaving you behind."

He doesn't say anything else to me and I don't make him, instead I lay down, resting my red against his back as I breath him in, his body helping soothe mine as I hope mine is soothing his.

That was a big step.

A huge fucking step, especially for Dillan.

I don't know what this means for the two of us in regards to our relationship or where it's going to go from here, but I do know that regardless of intentions when we started this whole thing, we've passed that now. Whatever we are, we're different than what we were before and I don't know whether I should be happy or mad about that.

I let my arms loosen when I feel Dillan begin to love and he turns over, his hazel eyes touching mine as he faces me, just as quiet as before.

"I think I'm ready." He tells me after a while but I was so lost in my head I frown, wondering what I missed.

"Ready?"

"To learn how to be happy again. To learn how to be in a car again. To live again." He tells me and his eyes stay on mine, wide and innocent as he tells me and it makes my eyes melt along with my heart at the words coming form his mouth.

"I'll help you." I tell him, pride welling in my chest as I think about the fact that a few months ago, Dillan looked like a half drunk ghost that didn't know what the hell he was doing with life and now here we are. Not quite fixed, but not as broken either.

"I'm counting on it."

I pull him closer to me before I lift my head and give him a kiss on his, holding him tightly and we siege the next few hours like that. Laying there, thinking and and being within each other's presence.

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I've done 6 chapters and I'm supposed to be closer to like 8 or 9 or so. But here we are. I'm so glad I didn't tell you what I was updating and I'm not doing it tonight. Whew I'm smart.

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