The night was beautiful and calm. Warm yellow lights surrounded us and the subtle atmosphere made warmness in the pit of my stomach. I smiled at the handsome man in front of me. His eyes flickered back and fourth on the menu, clearly second guessing what he was going to eat.

Stars shined brightly above us as k watched some red and white petals fall out of place or fly away in the night wind.

"What are you getting?" Dom took me by surprise, disturbing the silence between us.

"Steak maybe." I looked over the menu again and then glanced at Dom. He turned... sour.

Something was bugging me and my hand never briefed what it was. I ignored the feeling but the tension of Dom unsettled me.

"Right, what's wrong?"
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Doms POV:

"Right, what's wrong?" Conor looked at me multiple times with worry in his eyes.

I shook a little, trembling my lips and a shiver crawling down my spine.

"Nothing at all. Just jittery." I bluntly replied. I'd been having these mood swings lately and never accounted them properly. I wish this would have pissed off because of the moment in time.

Conor sighed and laid his hand on mine, "I love you."

"I love you way more." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek near his lip.

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The fresh air no longer felt fresh, just boring and cold. I started to shiver walking down the street on my own, god knows where Dom was.

Tears were flowing down my cheeks and I didn't know why. Fear was running through my veins like adrenaline. I was upset, upset that Dom maybe didn't love me anymore but the possibility was slim.

Dom didn't feel great so he headed to his own apartment. I wasn't angry, mildly upset. I couldn't hold him back so he asked if I was okay to walk home on my own and I agreed.

He brought me into a long and indulging hug then a long passionate kiss. I wanted to cry all of a sudden leaving him at that moment.

I wasn't to far from my home when I passed an alleyway. Curiously, I looked down it when I heard rustling.

"Hello pretty boy." The stone cold voice rang through my ears like the fear pushing through every limb and every vein.

The bartender from the airport came out from the alleyway and stood silently. I shivered, scared but feeling as if I was fearless.

"Piss off." I harshly said, balling my fist.

I pulled out my phone and started running, calling the police. His long strided steps sounded like anvils hitting concrete.

I couldn't breathe.

"999 what's your emergency?"

"I've got a man runnung after me!" I tried to shout through ragged breath. It had been at least an hour since i saw Dom and I was screaming mentally for him.

I flashed around a corner to see a nightclub, people standing in crowds...

I stopped dead in my tracks.

Sirens were near.

And then they lifted him, taking my statement.

I couldn't breathe, think it finalize what was happening.

Controlling my feelings while talking to the police.

Dom stood outside the nightclub with a guy. Brown hair, skinny, perfect for him. Kissing passionately. Dom looking gazed. Confused.

No, no.

I broke down in the middle of the street and people ran over from the nightclub. Crowding me and making sure I was okay.

Truth, I wasn't okay, my heart... shattered into a million pieces, destroyed.

I heard him shouting from the crowd. And there he stood, confused and stolen.

I got up and ran. Ran like my legs were badly injured from my crying and how hurt I was. This isn't real. It can't be.

Dom shouting in the distance and running after me made me annoyed and made my crying and broken heart worse.

"It was a mistake!" Dom shouted through messed breath and tears.

I ran. More and more and more and more.

I slammed my apartment door so hard a picture frame of Dom and I shattered onto the floor.

I slid down the door pulling my head into my knees and wanting to scream. Letting everything go seemed to be the answer.

I trailed to the couch and ended up sleeping there, crying softly till my eyes stung and my phone rang of messages and calls from the one I loved. The one who turned on me.

I don't know what happened. I needed to hear it from Dom, but no, I didn't want to talk.

The next morning rose and rolled off the couch by accident, recalling the events of the night before. I crawled into a ball on the floor and cried. Again and again.

I thought the only answer would be to get wasted this early in the morning, sending a text to Joe, Phil and Price.

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Doms POV:

It was blurry. All I can remember is a guy I was talking at the bar with started kissing me when the nightclub was closing.

Half of the pubs and bars were closed and I needed a drink. The club was the answer and I hit a few shots with some weirdo who was hitting on me. Then he starts kissing me.

I tried to push him off, but it was too late. Conor stood with police beside him, tears rippling down his pale face.

The bartender from the airport was being hauled into the police car and anger pulsed through me. I ran and ran, chasing after Conor but he kept running.

That's all I could remember. Most of it. I needed to go over and see him immediately.

I reached for my clothes on the floor and threw them on me before grabbing my keys and dashing for Conor to get him back.

I cried walking down the street with people second eyeing me, I couldn't have cared less.

"I am so sorry Conor, and you know I'd never do this. I love you with everything I have and I don't care what it takes to get you back."