Letting Go

Dillan's POV

It's been almost a week since Kane lost his fight and four since he finally met me back into his house.

But things have been different.

I can't explain it but it feels almost like the calm before the storm and I can feel Kane pulling away from me and it's making me anxious, scared over the thought of losing him when I just got used to the idea of him being around long term.

I get out of the shower with a heavy sigh, wrapping my towel around my waist as I sit down on the toilet.

These past few days have been hard, but just between us, but for me too. I have barely been able to eat and sleeping is filled with the same look over and over again.

Instead is seeing Curtis fit out of the window, all i see is Kane's eyes turning white as he folds into himself and falls to the floor of the ring. There was blood gushing out of his nose and his lips was cut and he just looked so dead. And that bastard still kicked him.

I still haven't told Kane about what I know, and I plan to today because I feel like if I lose this man, this time I will truly loose my mind.

I make myself get up, only to realize that I haven't washed my shirts over here and I'm missing some. Kane has mostly been at home and I haven't really seen him do anything, so when he finally got up to go do errands I was proud of him, glad that he was finally taking a step in the right direction ti get out of this rut and back into the game.

To get back to me.

I try to shake my head of the depressing thoughts as I walk to Kane's large closet, hoping to find something buh two where but when I open the door, I stop.

Trying to make myself think that my eyes are playing tricks on me, I turn on the light to the closet only to see that they aren't. Because all his clothes in the closet are packed away into bins and boxes, not even a jacket hung up on the hooks.

I feel betrayed tears come to my eyes as I pull on my boxers and go to look through the house. These past few days I've been so distracted by the two of us and how to fix it, I didn't even notice that the house was slowly losing everything that was making it a home.

There's no pictures on the wall, no more candles or lights sitting around even if I've never seen them use them.

In the dinning room, there's boxed full of stuff labeled everything form the kitchen to the bathroom and I sit down on the floor as it all comes crashing down on to me. He's leaving. He's going somewhere and he knew and he hasn't told me.

I feel hot tears splash on to my cheeks as I sit there and it all comes crashing down on me, the fight, seeing him fall, losing him those few days and now this. I didn't even realize he resented me this much.

I didn't know he was dying to get away from me.

I didn't know I was so close to loosing him.

I'm not sitting there for much longe before I hear the front door open and I stand up on shaky legs, needing answers to what I just found, something that I should have at least been told.

I find Kane taking off his shoes and his hands are on the back of the couch as he leans over it, his body screaming at how tired he is, but this can't wait any longer than it has. Because going by the packing around me, he's going to be gone. Soon.

He hears me approaching and he turns his head only to do a double take when he sees my red face and the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Are you leaving me?" I ask him and I hate that my voice is quivering and I hate that I broke my rule of being with someone and forming attachments because everything works out until it doesn't. And then you're stuck with tears falling down your cheeks and an aching heart.

"I was going to tell you but I didn't know how! I'm moving back home, Dillan. I'm not going to be a boxer and it's time I realized that. I was just playing dress up. I want you to come with me and love with my family." He tired to grab me into a hug but I press my hand again this chest stopping him from going any further.

"You're what? Kane that man didn't even beat you fair! He was on drugs! I know I fucked up the match for you, but you're good I know you're good and I know your mom paid the man to fight you."

I'm hallways hysterical, the words coming out of his mouth not matching up.

"Maybe it's for the better. It's best I embarrass myself now and learn a lesson than to commute thinking that I could become something I'm not. I'm going to become a lawyer and I want you to be there with me."

"No."

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Here we go guys, it all comes down to these last four chapters. Are you ready? because I'm not. I'm not too sure about all these updates will flow bc of stan and my anxiety day yesterday. Can anyone tell me if the story is flowing good or not?

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