UNFINISHED FEELINGS | Dominic Fike x reader - PART 10
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PART 10
He hesitated for a second, like he was still deciding how much he was willing to say.
“How do you think it feels,” he said quietly, “to see the face of the person you loved more than anything… in a crowd?”
Your chest tightened slightly at the way he said it.
“I was so fucking happy to see you, and I could tell… you didn’t feel that way at all.”
You held his gaze, even if it stung.
“I can’t blame you for that. I know what I did. I know how I left things. But I didn’t expect it to feel like that. Like you couldn’t even stand looking at me. To then hearing you had someone… someone who could give you this stability…” he continued, a faint tension creeping into his voice,
“that messed me up more than I thought it would. I’ve been clean for a long time but that night… I just wanted to not feel anything at all. So bad.”
A small pause followed.
“And that’s messed up, right? Because that’s exactly why I let you go in the first place.”
He fell silent again, like he was debating whether to go any further.
“The truth is…” he started, quieter now, stripped of any defense, “I never moved on. I can’t.”
The words settled between you, heavier than anything he had said before.
“I’ve tried,” he continued, a faint frustration slipping through as he shook his head slightly. “No matter who I meet, no matter how hard I try to just move forward… I always catch myself somehow thinking about you. I kept thinking it would get easier. That time would do what it’s supposed to do. But it didn’t"
His gaze held yours, unwavering now.
“And seeing you again just made that… painfully clear.”
For a second, everything in you went quiet.
Hearing him say it out loud did something you hadn’t expected. It slipped past all the defenses you had built so carefully over time. These were words you had once waited for, longed for even. And now he was standing here, giving it to you like it hadn’t come too late.
It made your chest ache in a way that felt dangerously close to relief.
Because a part of you still recognized him. Still reacted to him. But right behind that feeling, came everything else.
The nights you spent trying to understand what you had done wrong. The way he left without giving you anything to hold onto. The emptiness that followed, heavy and confusing and so hard to shake. The slow, painful process of rebuilding yourself without him.
He was speaking now like he had never let you go.
But you remembered exactly how it felt when he did.
And that was the problem.
Because as much as his words pulled at something soft inside you, his actions had carved something much harder in its place.
So you stood there, caught in between two truths. One that still cared, maybe more than you wanted to admit. And one that refused to forget.
“But I don’t think it compares to hearing the person you love decide, just like that, that you’re no longer part of their life.”
The words landed exactly where you meant them to. You saw it in the way his shoulders lowered slightly, in the slow breath he let out as if it had been stuck there longer than he wanted to admit.
"I guess what I’m trying to say is…” he hesitated briefly, “If you’ve found someone… if you’re happy, then I’m happy for you. Really.”
He stepped closer then. Not enough to close the distance entirely, but enough that you felt it immediately, that quiet, familiar pull that hadn’t disappeared no matter how much time had passed. It had been a long time since you stood like this, facing each other. It felt like something your body remembered before your mind could catch up, something that settled into place far too easily.
His eyes searched yours, more intent now. “But you have to understand what I’m trying to say here,” he continued, his voice gaining a little firmness again.
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. The words were there somewhere, but they refused to come out.
“If you want to move on with someone else, I’ll accept that,” he said. “I will. I’ll figure it out. I’ll move on eventually, and I won’t stand in your way.” He paused briefly, “But if there’s even the slightest chance… if there’s even a part of you that could forgive me, that still feels something…”
He didn’t look away.
“You need to tell me. Be clear with me. Because I can’t walk away from this. Not if that chance exists.”
The weight of it settled between you, pressing in from all sides. And the worst part was that you didn’t want to hesitate. A part of you already knew what you wanted to say. You could feel it, just beneath the surface, ready to come through. But when you opened your mouth, nothing came. The silence stretched, thin and fragile, until he filled it again.
“I know it’s not just fixed,” he said more softly, his voice losing that edge, something more vulnerable slipping through instead. “I know it doesn’t suddenly go back to what it was. But if you let me… I want a second chance. I want to try again.”
He just looked at you then, like he was waiting for something to shift, for you to meet him halfway, for anything that could break the silence that had settled too heavily between you.
“Say something,” he murmured, his voice lower now.
You wanted to. You really did. “I…” The word barely made it past your lips before everything else got stuck, tangled somewhere between your chest and your throat, impossible to untangle.
So instead, you moved.
It wasn’t a conscious decision, not really. Your hand brushed lightly against his, the contact barely there, but enough to make him still instantly. “Y/N…” Your name came out softer this time, careful, like he didn’t want to push you too far.
You looked up at him then, suddenly aware of how little space there was left between you. Close enough to feel the warmth of him, the restraint in the way he held himself back. He didn’t move closer, and somehow that made it harder, or maybe easier. Your eyes dropped, just for a second, to his lips, and something in you gave in.
Before you could think it through, before you could stop yourself, you closed the distance and kissed him.
For a split second, he froze, caught off guard by the suddenness of it, and then he responded. His hand moved to your arm, steady but careful, like he was holding himself back from doing too much, too fast, like he understood that this moment mattered more than anything else. The kiss deepened slowly, not rushed, not desperate, just searching, like both of you were trying to understand what this was now, what it could become.
Your fingers curled lightly into the fabric of his shirt, grounding yourself in something real, something you could hold onto. After a moment, you pulled back just enough to breathe, your forehead nearly brushing his. His gaze stayed on you, searching, like he was trying to understand what you had just given him.
“Does it mean you’re willing to try?” he asked quietly. “Or was that just… a moment?”
There was no pressure in his voice, but you could hear it underneath anyway, real and impossible to ignore.
You swallowed softly. “It wasn’t just a moment,” you said. It was something you wanted to do all along, you thought to yourself.
“But that doesn’t mean everything’s suddenly okay either.”
He nodded immediately, like he had expected that. “I know,” he said. “ I’m just asking… if there’s something still there.”
Your gaze dropped for a second before finding his again.
“There is,” you admitted.
This time, the smile did reach his eyes.
“Okay,” he said softly, almost like he was grounding himself in that answer. “That’s enough”
For a moment, everything stilled again. Like the world had paused just long enough for you to catch your breath. But it didn’t last.
“Yo, Dom,” Alex’s voice cut through the quiet as he stepped outside. “What’s taking so long?”
Dominic ran a hand over the back of his neck, a small pause betraying him before he answered. “We were… talking.”
Alex’s gaze moved between the two of you, quick but sharp, like he was picking up on something without needing it explained. A faint smirk appeared on his face, subtle but telling.
“Yeah,” he said under his breath, not entirely convinced. “That’s what I figured.”
His attention lingered for a moment before shifting back to Dominic. “Nicole’s asking where you are.”
The words settled heavier than they should have.
For a split second, something tightened in Dominic’s expression, but he masked it just as quickly. He gave a small nod. “I’ll be there in a second.”
Alex glanced at you again, his tone softening slightly. “You can still join us for dinner, Y/N.”
The offer hung in the air, but the thought of going back inside now made everything feel ten times more uncomfortable than it already was.
“Thanks, but I’m still gonna go” you said, offering a small smile.
He nodded. “Next time then. Drive safe.”
And just like that, he disappeared back inside.
The door closed behind him, leaving the two of you in a quieter kind of silence.
You shifted slightly, your fingers tightening around your keys.
“I should probably go now,” you said.
For a moment, it looked like Dominic was about to say something, like the words were right there, ready to stop you.
But they didn’t come.
Something in his expression shifted instead, a quiet hesitation, a flicker of something that made it clear he didn’t want you to leave. Still, he didn’t try to stop you.
He just nodded, slower this time, like he understood… even if he wished it was different.
FINALLY SOME PROGRESS HUHHHH Dominic is going on tour!!! YAY but also, I'm from Europe -.-
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