it ain't me // dylan o'brien
Summary: Dylan doesn’t realize how much he loves Y/N until it’s too late
Requested: no, based off of this song
Pairing: Dylan & Y/N
Warning: yes, mature language, themes and smut
The envelope had remained untouched on the counter for nearly a week.
Every time he looked at the stupid piece of white paper an immense pain clouded over him like he lived in Seattle and there was no chance of him ever seeing the sun again.
The only thing she had left behind was the letter and a cardboard box with his name scribbled across the front in her messy handwriting.
The two objects had been taunting him for the past week, surely collecting dust by now.
As he took another sip from the bottle clutched tightly in his hand, the cool amber liquid provided him with a small amount of relief he was craving.
Extending his legs onto the coffee table, he squinted his eyes as he flipped through the channels, the only source of light in his dark apartment being that of the muted television he had been staring at for the past 3 days.