Declan’s POV
I had stood outside of Dakota’s dorms for what felt like hours, unable to move. Her words just kept playing on repeat over and over in my head.
‘You’ll always be alone Declan. Yeah, your bed might be warm with a different girl every night, but you'll never have someone who listens when you're upset or sits with you in the hospital holding your hand when you get bad news, it'll just be you, on your own.’
As the sun started to drop behind the building and the cool night air swirled around me, I had forced myself to walk back to my own dorm. I don’t remember the walk, opening the door or getting into my room.
I remember Daxton, sitting up, asking me what was wrong and forcing a smile, covering up my own f****d up emotions.
It had now been a week and a half since my argument
