I fall to pieces, each time someone speaks your nameβ¦
It had been a year since Dally had broken it off. Maybe more. But someone⦠someone had mentioned you while he was at the bar, laughing as if you were just another passing name.
Dallas had knocked over multiple glasses, shoved the guy against the jukebox, gotten into a fight, and left promptlyβwithout paying.
He had nothing to lose anyway.
Later that night, Dally found himself at your house, rain pouring down on him. The blood from his busted lip ran down his chin with the rain, his dark hair falling against his face.
He didnβt even think once about whether it would be a mistake or not. He simply ached for you, longed for you. Dallas Winston couldnβt live without you.
And slowly, he made his way to the door. His fist knocked once. Only once, before he slumped against the wood of the door, praying for an answer.