Dorian DeLoughrey
There was nothing better that could happen on his birthday. Nothing better than hearing what he believed in wasn’t true, that maybe he didn’t do anything wrong to deserve what happened. And yes… for a very long time he did blame himself. He had no reason not to but holding her at that moment, he felt a weight lifting off his shoulders as he kissed the top of her head before pulling away.
“Rihanna’s music video, of course,” subtly but jokingly, he rolled his eyes at her answer. “Hope you did better because that video sucks. And I was just here, waiting for you…”
There is one more thing we need to talk about. If they weren’t hugging each other just seconds ago he’d think this was the moment he’d been waiting for. The moment someone would say something that would cause a fight and maybe for a second he was scared of that actually happening until he heard what else she wanted to say. With a soft smile, not taking his eyes off of her, he leaned back against his car and simply nodded. That’s all he ever wanted. Needed. An explanation, a reason for why she left without saying anything, to anyone. He just wanted to know why, as selfish as it may be he felt like he, out of everything, deserved to know. “Okay,” keeping that soft smile, he whispered before she even finished. But a chuckle escaped his lips the moment she mentioned being four. If she never said that he would’ve but he soon shook his head and jokingly pouted, “I won’t, I won’t… no need to get violent now,” he teased, slightly raising his hands in surrender. “And since when do you ask to come over? Didn’t you say you were going to break in and do some grocery shopping I can take credit for later?” Laughing lightly, he asked, remembering a short conversation they had right before the show, at that moment feeling… happy. It would be hard, maybe even impossible for things to go back to the way they were, but that depended on them. He just knew he was willing to give it a try. “Of course you can, whatever you decide to do…” After a moment of silence, he softly spoke up, with a genuine smile looking at the girl before pushing himself off his car and glancing to the side just to see if Elodie was coming, before adding, “Just don’t steal my clothes, okay?”