HUNTER

Eyes staring down my half-empty glass, I found myself drinking as much as I possibly could to forget what I had walked in on. Her legs straddling his waist on the living room couch, his hand tangled in her golden hair, the light laugh she let escape out of embarrassment when she realized I had walked in.

Those green eyes of hers that I once learned to read so well, now told me nothing. And that drove me insane.

I drained the remainder of my whiskey, motioning the bartender for a refill. I ignored her mindless chatter, and she poured me another, finding pity in the way she twirled her hair. While he had her, I had nothing except an endless supply of booze at my disposal to help me forget. I found myself here more frequently since that night. Every time I was here, however, it did nothing. I still remembered everything; the dress she was wearing, that look in her eye, the ease of being so close to her once again, how I told her I needed her.

I brought the glass to my lips, closing my eyes as I took a long sip. I assumed the worst part was knowing what I knew, and she didn't. I knew the truth. But I couldn't be the one to tell her. I could never. And every day, it seemed more likely that she would never know.

Maybe if she knew the truth about that night and why I truly left, everything would be different. Then again, perhaps she would hate me. Maybe if she knew the truth, it would be me with her. Not Charlie. It would be me with my fingers tangled in her hair, teasing her in every way I knew how.

But it wasn't. It was him. And I was left drinking to forget.

I hated that she didn't know. I hated that I needed her. I hated that I couldn't forget. I hated that she was with him. I hated that I still loved her.

I picked up my glass, taking a long sip as I realized the bartender was still talking to me. I pinched the bridge of my nose as she continued on, draining the contents of my glass once again. I slowly rose to my feet, slightly stumbling over myself.

"Are you alright?" The woman asked, the sound of her voice becoming increasingly annoying.

I reached for my wallet before realizing where I was. My footsteps felt heavy as I walked towards the door, stepping outside into the fresh air. I turned, facing the sign of the building. I had to blink a few times to make out the sign of the building.

Club A. Club Angel. 

I even had to name the fucking place I owned after her.

It was pathetic. It was stupid. Yet, I did it.

The journey to my front door was a haze, I couldn't remember how I had ended up here. But nonetheless, I was home. I found myself more often than not heading back to my old apartment. The one she had been in many times. I couldn't help but laugh, thinking about how I moved to clear the memory of her, yet here she was again. Just not with me.

"Fucking, shit," I grumbled outside the apartment door, fumbling with my keys.

By the tenth attempt, I had opened the door, almost falling onto my face as it swung open. I blindly walked towards my room and slammed the door shut.

"Don't worry, it's just me!" My voice drunkenly called out.

My hands fumbled around with my shirt and pants, many curses escaping my mouth as I struggled to take my clothes off. I was finally able to reach my bed, falling against the mattress. I glanced up at the ceiling, feeling the room spin around me.

"Are you alright?"

I blinked my eyes, seeing her stand in the doorway.

"Dylan?" I breathed, observing as she stepped into my room.

"Who else would it be?" She asked with a smile, sitting on the edge of the bed, next to where I laid. Her hand moved to my face, brushing away the hair that rested on my forehead. "I'm surprised you didn't call me Angel."

I took her hand in mine, pressing her palm to my lips. "Sorry, you just caught me off guard, Angel."

"That's better," her voice whispered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Her hand slipped from my grasp and trailed down my chest. Her finger began to delicately trace the ink mark on my side. "I drew you this."

"I always told you I loved it."

Her eyes flickered to mine. "I remember when I drew it for you," her voice whispered, "You told me I was wasting away my talent."

"You are."

Her lips curved into a smile. "When did you get it done?"

"A while ago," I told her.

The light peaked through the blinds, illuminating her face. Even in the dark, she was still the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Her eyes felt as if they were staring into mine, causing my breath to hitch.

Her delicate touch moved back to my chest, gently gliding her fingertips down until they traced the top of my boxers. "Do you need me?" She whispered. I slowly nodded in response, watching as her head dipped down, her lips gently brushing against mine, "Say it then."

I swallowed in an attempt to quench my dry mouth. "I need you," my voice faintly whispered.

"Say it again."

"I need you."

Her body pulled back from mine, a wicked grin twisting onto her lips. "You can't have me."

"W-what?"

"You can't have me," her voice repeated, "Not now, not ever again."

"No, no, no," my voice rambled, "I need you, I told you I need you!"

Dylan stood from the bed, facing me as her arms crossed over her chest. "You hurt me."

I shook my head. "No, please," my voice pleaded out to her, "I didn't mean to! It wasn't my fault!"

"Why did you do it, Hunter?" Her voice cried out. "Why did you hurt me?"

The tears began to weld in her eyes, only breaking my heart more. Dylan didn't cry. She hated crying.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," I whispered, trying to sit up, "I love you, Dylan. You know I love you!"

The tears began to stain her cheeks. "You don't love me!" Her voice cried out once again as she began to slowly back away.

I reached out to touch her, to stop her from turning away. When my arm extended, there was nothing to grasp. Instead, my body was met with the cold wooden floor of my bedroom.

"Shit," I grumbled, rubbing my forehead.

I glanced around my room, seeing nothing but darkness. There was nothing else in this room, but the dark and my thoughts.

No Dylan. No Angel. No light. I was alone.

And that feeling only made me realize that I had lost her all over again, even in my dreams. 

2019; i hope everyone had a lovely christmas/holidays!! 

hope you enjoyed this chapter from hunter's perspective. i am very excited for whats to come. ch 9 will be up soon and ch 10 is the longest one i've ever written :O

get excited!!!