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Saturday Night

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Warnings: mention of depression, suicide, smut

Dan’s never felt guilty after breaking up with a girl. Never. He does it all the time.

Until you came along, that is.

No strings attached, girl after girl. He gets through them like they’re worthless. To him they are. But you… you were something else. He can’t remember the last time he dated someone and thought of them as more than an object for his own personal entertainment.

You had seemed just like another girl at first, another number on the long list he’s had. It didn’t take long for him to see that you were different, though. You answered him back when he snapped at you; you challenged him and teased him. You made him question things he’d never given a second thought to before. You were more beautiful than the others as well – you didn’t have false hair and false eyelashes, you used your brain to get your points across instead of your body. He had never dated anyone quite like it.

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