"I'll resign tomorrow," she says opening the door of my trailer, wiping her eyes. "Good bye, Dylan."
And with that, she left. I didn't even try to stop her. My legs wouldn't move. My eyes didn't leave the spot where her body stood minutes before. I didn't even get to tell her how much I loved her.
I left filming early. I couldn't get myself to stop crying and that is not very good for the line of work I'm in. I could tell Jeff was a little upset with me for leaving, he expects more of me. But, maybe, everyone will know just how much Y/N means to me now.
I didn't know what to do when I got in my car. If I went home, there's a possibility that she would be there and I would have the chance to apologize for not saying anything before. But she would know that that's where I would go to see her and if she doesn't want to see me she wouldn't go to the house. My next option would be her house, but she would know that would be my second option. Then, a thought struck me. I know exactly where she is.
When I walked into the small diner, the aroma of coffee and eggs was strong. This is where Y/N and I go on every anniversary, holiday, and sometimes in between. No one really knows about this little diner. We come here so no one notices me or sees me out with Y/N. An unusual amount of people are here today so I need to keep my distance, just incase.
I spot Y/N sitting in the corner of the diner talking to Dolores, the 67 year old waitress that serve us every single time, without fail. Dolores will probably think I'm a big jerk.
I walk over to Y/N and Dolores making sure they won't see me until I get to them. As I walk I begin to think about what I'm going to say. I need to apologize for not saying anything before. I need to apologize for making her think that I still have feelings for Britt. I need to apologize to her for letting her walk out of the door without stopping her.
I finally get right behind her and Dolores stops talking and looks at me. I caught the last part of whatever she was saying, "Are you sure? Because I think..." She looked up at me causing Y/N to turn around. She rolled her eyes and turned back to Dolores. "I've got to go," she said. "Thanks for the talk. I'll call the diner later and let you know." Let her know what? What had they been saying?
Y/N turned back to me to walk out of the diner and she looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were swollen and around her nose was red. I wanted so badly to reach up and wipe the tears from her eyes. I don't know why I didn't.
"Y/N, just listen for just a second." She starts to walk around me to the door but I grab her arm. "Dylan," she said. "You had your chance to talk back in your trailer and you said nothing. You obviously agree with what I was saying and I don't want your sympathy. I'll get my stuff from your house tomorrow. I'm leaving and please, don't follow me."
I watched her walk out of the diner, me not having said anything that would make her stay. I want to run after her but she told me not to. What if she just needed some space? I'll give her the night and when she comes to get her stuff from my house tomorrow I'll just tell her everything then. I look at Dolores after coming up with my plan in my head and she has her arms crossed giving me a look.
"What?" I ask her. "Are you really going to let her leave?" she asks me loud enough for the people around us to hear. Not like they weren't already listening. "She said she didn't want me to follow her," I told her. She laughed and some of the other customers joined in. "Now, let me ask again," she said moving her hands to her hips. "are you going to let her leave?"
I started running so I could get out of the door before Y/N had left the parking lot, but I was too late. I called her and got no response which was what I was expecting. The robot girl on the other side of the phone was telling me how to leave a message and I waited to her the beep alerting me to start talking. i knew she probably wouldn't even listen to the message but, it was worth a shot.
When I heard the beep I started talking, "Y/N," I said. "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I don't love you, you think that I think you're nothing, you think I still have feelings for Britt. I just want you to know what you're thinking is wrong. I don't have feelings for anyone but you. Please," I said trying my best not to cry into the speaker. I had always been a sensitive guy. "just call me okay? I'm going to give you space for now but just please, call me." I hung up the phone with that and tried to call her again, still getting no response.
I pulled over on the long, congested highway and laid my head on the steering wheel. "what have I done?" I asked myself. I have obviously not been treating her right if she thinks that I still might have feelings for Britt. She must hate me. I can't believe I didn't say anything to her back in my trailer, or even at the diner. I wanted to talk to her then but she wouldn't let me. When the tears started to dry up and the sky grew a dark shade of blue, I decided I should probably drive home.
I sat in my car in the parking lot of my apartment complex and stared at my phone. Dylan has tried to call me twice an I haven't answered either times. Maybe I am being overdramatic but, maybe not. It seems like no one wants to be together except for us. Well, except for me. I know Dylan doesn't really like me that much. I can tell. I look back at the pictures of him and Britt and I know that he has never looked at me the way he looks at her. He looks a lot happier with her. I also know that I am not enough for him. I am a literal nobody and he is the most amazing somebody. It doesn't make sense for us to be together.
But, there is part of me that thinks that I'm wrong. That I am just imagining this in my head. I have to tell myself to snap out of it and that that's not how he feels he can't possibly like me as much as I like him because, I do, I really, really like him. It might not seem like it but I do. I'm doing this for him. I'm doing this so he can be happy because I know he isn't really happy with me.
I turn my phone on and see I got a voicemail from Dylan.
I delete it and turn off my phone.
SO GUYS WHAT DID YOU THINK ABOUT THIS ONE?? I feel like this character might be little overdramatic but oh well. I feel like this chapter isn't very good, so I'm sorry for that. I have a lot more parts coming out so I'm sorry if it gets confusing. Love you guys! Thanks for reading, voting and commenting!