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The first person I ever shared a little piece of myself with threw it back in my face. And I’m just so fucking tired.
“That glare is reserved for me. You’re giving it to everyone else, and I’m jealous.” Squinting incredulously, he narrows his gaze. “You flirting with me?”
“Yeah, why not? This can be like neutral ground or something. A fake place. Like…Delaware.”
“But I want to talk to you, and you don’t trust me right now. So we’re going to Delaware.”
“God, I’m so fucking stupid.” I laugh humorlessly as I turn on my heel, heading back toward the house. “Despite all the shit you’ve done to me, I pined after you for years. Years. You really couldn’t care less about anyone but yourself, Taylor.”
“You weren’t there,” I accuse softly, gripping the handlebars. He must not have heard me because he tilts his head and steps closer. “I don’t know what we are, Huckslee. Maybe at one point, I did, but all of that changed. And I know I can’t undo everything I’ve done, but I almost fucking died, and you weren’t there.”
“You crossed a line, motherfucker,”
Having the hardest time understanding why they are all mad at Huck??? Like how did they NOT see this coming. If anyone deserves to BE mad, it IS Huck. Wtf.
Maybe I’m a bit delulu, but I don’t care. I’m holding on to that hope like it’s a lifeline.
The door snicks softly shut, leaving me curled up on the floor, half-naked and freezing. Heart bleeding. Broken and alone.
Huck THAT was fucked up.
“Huckslee, I’ve been in love with you since the eighth grade.”
He looks at me. I look at him.
🎶🎼
“I can handle you just fine,”
As if I could build a home inside his embrace and live in it forever.
“Alright, coming in! My eyes are closed!” We turn to watch her tread underneath the waterfall, bright red hair catching in the sun as her hands cover her eyes, causing Taylor to bark out a laugh.
Like finding Delaware.
I learned that lesson when my father passed away, and I had to accept an apology that I’d never get. At the end of the day, so many other people in this life love me and are there for me. They’re the ones that matter. Those who show up and put in the effort matter.
“I don’t want to hide you,” he says softly, searching my face. “I’m going to love you loud, Taylor.”
I’ll never get enough of Huckslee Davis.
