Chapter 16: Be Your Everything

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HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN, GOD DAMMIT?!

I'M NOT DEAD AND I WROTE THIS BECAUSE I HAD FORGOTTEN HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS STORY OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T HATE ME

I LOVE YOU ALL.

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“Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Because I have a surprise for you and you’re not allowed to look.”

“Dylan, I don’t—”

“Like surprises.” He completed for me. “I know. But trust me on this, please?”

I hesitated. I really did hate surprises, especially when Dylan’s idea of ‘surprising me’ involved closing my eyes.

I was losing it.

“Alright.”

So I closed my eyes, muttering something about killing him if he tried pulling any funny business.

I jumped when his hands landed on my eyes, turning around immediately and shooting him a glare. “Oh, come on! I don’t want you cheating!”

I faked a gasp. “So you don’t trust me?”

“I don’t trust you when I’m trying to surprise you, no,” he nodded, placing his hands on my shoulders and gently spinning me around. I let him, letting out a sigh as he placed his hands on my eyes again. I could stand it for a while… right?

I let him guide me through wherever it was we were walking. I knew we had left my house because there was suddenly much more noise, and I could hear cars passing by. If I were to be honest, this was getting a little too weird.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

Dylan chuckled. “Could you trust me for once in your life?”

“I trust you!” I let out. “I just don’t trust your surprises.”

He didn’t reply to that, but I knew he was smiling. We walked for a bit more, slowly so I wouldn’t trip or anything, following every instruction Dylan gave. It felt like ages later, but finally, we came to a stop.

A shiver ran down my spine as his voice rang closer to my ear, his breath tickling my skin. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He let his hands drop. We were in the garden behind the old abandoned house that was a few blocks away from my house. It was a spot everyone visited at some point, either to just relax, or to have a romantic date. It was just so pretty, and it was strange because as far as everyone knew, no one took care of it. The flowers were just there, bright and nice, and no one even looked after them. Well, not that anyone knew of.

“What are we doing here?” I asked, turning around to look at him.

He was smiling that adorable small smile I had always loved.

“I like this place. And I wanted to give you something.”

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“You gave me a ring once.”

Dylan visibly stiffened. I could quite literally feel the air in the room grow heavier. I couldn’t see Dylan’s face, but I could see his shoulders and the back of his head because he was sitting on the couch, his back facing me, watching TV in the living room. I had just entered the room. I had dropped the statement as I entered the room and ended it by closing the door behind me loudly.

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