I TOLD THE STARS ABOUT YOU ♥️

DARK NIGHTS ARE THE BEST OF ALL

As I lay in bed, trying to rest my eyes for a moment, Dalton wouldn't leave my head. Dalton's presence was walking through my mind. I couldn't get to sleep.

I couldn't help but wonder about his sexuality. I know that sexuality can be very broad, but I just wanted to know that his sexuality included me. Him liking me. He did what is possibly the gayest thing that has happened to me ever, it is

impossible to think he is not gay.Not only is he the most gorgeous man I've seen, aside from Sam Claffin. But he might me interested in me. My heart felt sparks thinking about it.

-Dalton-

I run as fast as I could, with my bicycle broken I only had my legs to get home. It was late. It really was.

It would be great if she was asleep, because I don't want to face the consequences of being late. I as I'm getting close to my so called home. Running causes my legs to ache, my heart pounds loudly against mychest.

I get to the front step, silently, take my keys and opened the front door.

Reveling a passed out woman in the couch of the living room, with two empty bottles of alcohol and one at mid end.

I start to breath again. I was afraid for her to listen me breath.

I rush to my room trying my best not to make noise. I see the clean clothes spread around the floor. Then the basket where they where in. I'm guessing she wanted to be nice? I take my clothes off and headto the shower. I don't want a hot short warm shower. I want a long cold shower. Where I can think.

Think and think until the fact of living hurts my soul.

Once I got out of the shower. I drift off to bed. The thunder storm being the only light illuminating my room.

I sat there, in my bed.

And think, And think, And think.

Not really about something in especific. Just nights like this.

Lonely, sad, dark, empty. This typeof nights where different. This are dark nights were I got to wonder about the possibles reasons of life. I loved this.