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𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒
𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟲, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟵

YESTERDAY IT MADE A WEEK SINCE DEAN SALVATORE AND MAEVE SLOAN called it quits. and dean salvatore wasn't doing too well. yesterday, was his first race in los angeles, and throughout the whole race all he could think about was the green eyed brunette he left behind, which made it hard for him to concentrate. which resulted in him almost losing the race

but today at race wars, was worse. he actually did lose, and he lost one grand. dean salvatore was so frustrated as he arrived back home "what the heck is going on with you, dean?" dom scolded him as soon as the two got off of their cars

dean shook his head as he leaned against his bumper "i-i don't know" he rubbed at his tattoo that is on his forearm

dom sighs as he see's the black outlined playboy bunny tattoo, that dean got with maeve on her eighteen birthday "it's maeve isn't it?" he asked, even if he already knew the answer to it. when dean didn't answer he spoke up again "you have to forget about her dean"

"she's the love of my life. i can't just forget about her. hell i'd go back to her in a heartbeat if i could " he admitted

"then what are you waiting for, go back to her" dom stated. dom doesn't know how dean does it, because he could never imagine his life without letty

dean shook his head "she deserves better"

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𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗒
𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟮, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟵

ITS BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE MAEVE AND DEAN BROKE UP. TODAY, WAS THE first time being back in seattle ever since the break up. she found herself in dean's nissan skyline gt-r, the same car he rebuilt for her to keep. her heart ached as she drove down to the ferry boats

she was going down memory lane, as she stepped into the ferry boat. she remembered the first time she went on the ferry boat with dean. a small smile made its way onto her lips as she recalls being on the edge of the ferry boat with her arms extended as dean had his hands on her waist just like jack and rose did on the titanic

the memory made her do something that she probably would regret later. she stood from her seat and walked to the edge of the boat. a hand gripping the boat as the other pulled out her phone. she scrolled through her contacts and found the person she was looking to call, her heart started beating as she called it, she put it up to her ear as it started ringing

she needed to hear his voice, just once more. the nerves took over and she started to bounce her right leg slightly. but her heart sank "hey it's dean, i can't pick up the phone" dean's voice mail rang in her ear "babe stop" he chuckled "but just leave a message and i'll get back to you" her heart sank at the memory of dean recording his voicemail as she was trying to tickle him into giving her, her phone, because he also wanted to record her voicemail with his voice

tears filled her eyes, but she blinked them away. her head was telling her to hang up, but her heart was telling her to leave a voicemail. it was a battle within those seconds but she followed her heart "hey, it's me" she said, feeling a knot in her throat. she cleared her throat before taking in her view "i'm on the ferry. i-i just wanted to say that um.. god i wish you could see this.. weather's classic seattle.. oh, the waters so blue. it may be the most perfect ferryboat ride i've ever had in my life" she spoke before taking a deep breath as her eyes began to tear up "the truth is i've tried to stop thinking about you. but, i can't" she admitted as her voice cracked slightly "i don't wanna hate you, because if i hate you...i have nothing left" she confessed as she closed her eyes, making her tears run down her cheeks "but i'm scared that if i let myself be happy for one moment, my worlds are going to come crashing down and i don't know if i'll be able to survive that. hell, i can barely survive without you" she said as she held back her sobs "please call me"

back in los angeles, dean salvatore was doing a surgery when maeve sloan called him. so after he finished, he went to his cubical to grab his lunch, but he grabbed his phone instead and checked if he had any messages from the crew. that's when his heart dropped, a missed call from her, what surprised him was the voicemail

he took a seat on the bench, debating if he should listen to it or not. what if i just delete it? he thought. but he decided against it and pressed play before putting it to his ear. the familiar voice he missed so much, rang in his ear

he closed his eyes and just tried to picture her as her voice rang in his ear "the truth is i've tried to stop thinking about you. but, i can't. i don't wanna hate you, because if i hate you...i have nothing left. but i'm scared that if i let myself be happy for one moment, my worlds are going to come crashing down and i don't know if i'll be able to survive that. hell, i can barely survive without you. please call me" he could hear the pain in her voice, which instantly broke him. please call me. he couldn't, because he was afraid that he'd tell her just how much he misses her and just how much he loves her

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𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗒
𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟵, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟵

THREE WEEKS. IT'S BEEN THREE WEEKS SINCE MAEVE AND DEAN BROKE UP. it was three a.m and dean was parked on the beach in his 2012 nissan gt-r r 35. he got off his car and sat on the hood of his car, he watched the waves, and let himself drown in the silence, along with taking a sip of his third beer. his mind wandered off to his first time with maeve. the two were parked right on the beach back in seattle. the two were also sitting on the hood of his car, maeve had been telling him how the beach was her and how this was her place

a knot built up in his throat, he reached in his pocket, pulled out his phone. he scrolled through and played her voicemail. every night, he'd play it just before he went to sleep, it was the only way he could fall asleep. as the voicemail ended he took a sip of his beer. all the alcohol made him vulnerable, and he did the one thing he promised himself he wouldn't do... he called her

seeing as the two were in the same time zone, maeve didn't answer. it was three in the morning and she was sound asleep. his heart skipped a beat as her voicemail echoed in his ears "hey it's maeve, i can't pick up the phone right now, but leave a message and i'll get back to you"

as he heard the beep, he stayed quiet for a few seconds before speaking up "hey" he spoke softly, before feeling the same knot become tighter in his throat "i-i um" he cleared his throat "i just wanted to say that i still think about you too" he said referring to her voicemail where she mentions that she can't stop thinking about him "i ask myself everyday what it is about you, that makes me still care" he admits as he takes a gulp of his beer "and i think it's because.... i'm not doing so great without you. i still keep trying to start over but i can't get anywhere because i'm lost without you" he confessed as he felt his eyes start to burn with tears "the truth is, it's hard to tell my mind to stop loving you when my heart still does" he closed his eyes and just tried to picture the green eyed brunette "i miss you sweetheart"

when maeve sloan woke up at seven in the morning, she turned off her alarm from her phone and she instantly noticed the two important notifications making her heart sink

1 missed call my blue eyes 💙

1 voicemail my blue eyes 💙

she debated on hearing the voicemail. hearing his voice wasn't going to help her move on. but she liked opening her wound, so she pressed play and placed her phone to her ear. her heart sunk at his words "i still think about you too. i'm not doing so great without you. i still keep trying to start over but i can't get anywhere because i'm lost without you. the truth is, it's hard to tell my mind to stop loving you when my heart still does. i miss you sweetheart"

tears welled up in her green eyes. she knew dean was under the influence of alcohol, he wouldn't have called her if he was sober. drunk words are sober thoughts she told herself, making the tears roll down her cheeks

she was startled when her door was opened, savannah lee may was standing at her door. her eyes sadden upon seeing one of her best friends in tears. the brown eyed brunette instantly let herself in and walked to her bed, she immediately wrapped her hands around the green eyed brunette "h-he still l-loves me sav" maeve stutters out as she cries on savannah's shoulder "h-he m-misses me"

savannah couldn't help but hug her tighter, small tears brimming in her eyes, as she hears the cries of her friend "maeve" she sighs "i know it hurts, but this is not going to help you heal" she admitted, she hated telling her friend to forget the blue eyed blond, because she knows maeve can't. especially since, the two have known each other since they were twelve

"what's the point of healing when the person who broke your heart is the only one who can fix" maeve mumbled into savannah's shoulder as tears continued to roll down her cheeks

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