Maybe I Can Help

There was that spark in her that simple glow in her creamy skin and rosy cheeks, which had him reminiscing to the past. To call, he and Lea the perfect couple would be a loose term. They were far from perfect. Well, perhaps not far from perfect but Dillion still had a vivid memory of their arguments. When they fought it was brutal. They had a passion between them, an undeniable passion and when it was brought out in fights they nearly killed each other with it. Perhaps, they didn't kill each other, but they certainly scratched. Drawing a hand through his dark locks, he glanced up and met her gaze. She vehemently talked and he watched with curiosity as she spoke, though he wasn't really in touch with her words. Hollowing, he sat and just watched her. It was just how she walked, stomped, and her movements that made him stop. She was so much like her mother and then... she wasn't. When she was angry, she was so much like someone else.It was in her hands, and how square her shoulders were square. He didn't have time to linger on those thoughts, because suddenly he was yanked from those thoughts by realization of what she'd
said.

Blinking stupidly, he swallowed and glanced at her. His dark eyes seemed to brighten at the information, as if they'd begun to blaze with information. Dillion shook his head, dark hair shook with his slight movement. He had scattered grays and he tried to not really listen to her. Honestly, she couldn't be serious. Those words hadn't really nuzzled themselves into her ears, had they? Taking a deep shuddering breath, he gulped and tried to speak. His mouth opened and Dillion tried to speak. He tried to speak, but the words wouldn't fall from his lips. She was... getting married. He felt ill. His stomach had sunk, and if possible bile had slowly begun to rise in his throat. His brain fizzed with idea of Lea marrying someone, someone that wasn't him. Though a part of him begun to elate a little that she wasn't marrying Connor. They weren't exactly on a daily speaking basis, but he hoped a friendship still lingered underneath it all.

Taking a deep breath, another one he met her brown gaze, and tried to figure out why the hell everyday. Now, he was just suspicious was there something he should know? His blood curdled sincerely angry that Lea was getting married. Dillion wanted to just.. wait, he was supposed to talk her out of it? Was she insane! He could never talk her out of things. It just wasn't possible. She was set in her ways as everyone was, but she was damn well set in them more then anyone else.

"I can't convince your Mum of anything." He said simply and met her gaze. His eyes were brightened a true honey tone now. A fire burned within them and he tried to think up something. Seriously, did this girl not ever meet her mother or something? "'Case ya have any doubt, luv me and your mum are dead. I haven't seen her in... He dragged a hand across his face. It had been so long. How was he supposed to explain this. Lea had a mind of her own. He wasn't about to convince her of nothing. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind. This girl, her daughter if she thought the man awful, he had to be. Okay, so maybe some childish part of him wanted to see, if maybe she still wanted him too. "Maybe, I can help ya luv." she would come to him. How did she even find him? It wasn't like, he and Lea talked