Dally’s Perspective
No.
No.
This is not happening.
I got this jittery feeling around (Y/N). My hati, tengah-tengah pounds. I’m nervous.
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. She was funny, smart, wonderful, and everything good.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.
I wasn’t supposed to want her. Need her.
Dallas Winston didn’t need anyone.
Except I needed her. I needed (Y/N). I was scaring myself.
“Dally, are anda ok?” She says, breaking me out of my daze.
“No. I’m not ok.” I say.
She looks at me for further information, so I continue.
“I…I think I like you.”
“Well, if we didn’t, we wouldn’t be going out then.” She says, confused.
“No… I like like anda like you.”
“Well yeah.”
“No. I Cinta you.” I say quickly.
“Oh.” She says softly.
“But I can’t Cinta you.”
She looks at me, confused and hurt.
“No! Not like that.” I say, grabbing her arm. “I’m afraid of loving you. If I Cinta you, I’m going to lose you.” I whisper.
“Why would anda think you’d lose me.” She whispers, tears in her eyes.
“Everyone I Cinta has been lost. My mom. My sister. You. I can’t lose you. I don’t know what I could do.” I say, moving my hands to her face. “I don’t want to be responsible for what happens that hurts you.”
“Nothing bad’s going to happen.” She whispers. “Because I Cinta you.” She says, as our lips collide.
I needed her.
No.
No.
This is not happening.
I got this jittery feeling around (Y/N). My hati, tengah-tengah pounds. I’m nervous.
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. She was funny, smart, wonderful, and everything good.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.
I wasn’t supposed to want her. Need her.
Dallas Winston didn’t need anyone.
Except I needed her. I needed (Y/N). I was scaring myself.
“Dally, are anda ok?” She says, breaking me out of my daze.
“No. I’m not ok.” I say.
She looks at me for further information, so I continue.
“I…I think I like you.”
“Well, if we didn’t, we wouldn’t be going out then.” She says, confused.
“No… I like like anda like you.”
“Well yeah.”
“No. I Cinta you.” I say quickly.
“Oh.” She says softly.
“But I can’t Cinta you.”
She looks at me, confused and hurt.
“No! Not like that.” I say, grabbing her arm. “I’m afraid of loving you. If I Cinta you, I’m going to lose you.” I whisper.
“Why would anda think you’d lose me.” She whispers, tears in her eyes.
“Everyone I Cinta has been lost. My mom. My sister. You. I can’t lose you. I don’t know what I could do.” I say, moving my hands to her face. “I don’t want to be responsible for what happens that hurts you.”
“Nothing bad’s going to happen.” She whispers. “Because I Cinta you.” She says, as our lips collide.
I needed her.
“Where the hell is she?!?” I storm into the emergency room.
“Excuse me sir,” one of the nurses says, holding me back a little. “Who are anda looking for?”
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s my girlfriend. I got a call. She was in some accident.” I saw, kind of throwing my hands all around.
“I’ll check for you. One minit please. Have a seat” The nurse said. But I saw it in her eyes. Something was wrong. I sat down, head in my hands.
The nurse walks back to talk to a doctor. They keep glancing over at me. Damnit. I wish they’d just tell me what was going on. The nurse nods her head, and the doctor starts walking toward me.
He stands in front of me. “You’re here for Ms. (Y/L/N)?”
“Yes sir.” I manage to say.
I see the sorriness in his eyes, and hear the sadness in his pause.
“I’m afraid she’s not going to make it.”
That was all I needed to hear before standing up.