Roxy's POV
Those weren't Dirk's footsteps, but they were certainly familiar to you. That soft tone confirmed it, you knew it was Jane. They were the only ones who would have come over, they wouldn't come without reason though. Especially the day they knew as your and Dirk's anniversary, why had they come? Did they have something to tell you?
For some reason, you had a sinking feeling in your stomach. A sense of foreboding made itself known, "what's going on?" You question, wary of the response. You weren't expecting it when Jane sat next to you and took your hand.
Jake had taken a seat on the opposite, though he still looked uncomfortable. Grief-stricken. What was going on?
"Roxy..I don't know how to say this. But..Dirk. He's been killed..a truck driver didn't see him pulling out onto the highway." She paused for a moment, "the car..it was barreled straight over, crushed by the weight of the truck. We just received a call not too long ago and have just come from the scene of the accident, they couldn't reach you for some reason."
You felt your heart stop cold for a moment, it couldn't be... "Dirk's..dead?" you whispered, your voice holding an oddly broken note in it. "But..it can't be true." You didn't want to believe it, you refused to. He was going to come back and you two were going to have a nice anniversary together. A nice candle-lit dinner, a drinking game afterward, movies, maybe video games if you were up for it, and...
"I'm sorry, Roxy." Jane repeated, her hold tightening somewhat on your hand. "It's not easy to accept, I know..but he's gone." Tears slid down your face, the reality of it was really happening had broken through your denial. You buried your face into your friend's shoulder, crying.
Everything faded to black afterward, leaving you in the dark.
Dirk returned home, finding Roxy on the sofa and decided to leave her asleep while he put away the groceries. A distressed whimper caught his attention, one that could've only come from Roxy. Was she dreaming? If so, it couldn't have been good.
Sighing, he quickly put the remaining groceries away, stuffed the ring box in a drawer and headed over to her. He reached out for her shoulder, shaking her awake. "Roxy, wake up. Roxy." He patted her cheek, attempting to pull her out of sleep. "Come on, Princess. Nap time's over," he murmured and leaned down to nip at her ear. That usually made her jump awake, he smiled when it worked like a charm even if he was knocked to the floor in the process. At least he hadn't landed on the table, that would've really ruined his day.
Regardless, he got back up and moved to sit next to her. "Roxy, what's wrong Princess?" Dirk wiped the tears from her eyes, she didn't answer right away but clung to him instead. He wrapped his arms around her and kiss the top of her head, comforting her. "Shh..it's alright, love." Though he didn't know what had gone on, he would be there to comfort her until she felt she was ready to tell him what was bothering her.
"I love you.." he murmured, hoping that would break her out of her sudden crying fit. He didn't mind if she soaked his shirt with her tears, it could always be washed. He nuzzled her hair, just letting her cry and listened to her as she whimpered against his chest.
"D-dirk...you're here..and alive," she murmured, tilting her head up and rested her hands on either side of his face.
Dirk looked puzzled for a moment, but he smiled and spoke. "Yes, I'm here love. I wouldn't be anywhere else, you're the only one I want to be with." He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a slow, heated kiss.