JAKE FITZGERALD, FOUR!

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NUMBER FOUR!
JAKE FITZGERALD ...
( galaxies would shimmer in his irises. )

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LATELY, JAKE HAD BEEN THINKING ABOUT KISSING YOU AND THE WAY IT MIGHT FEEL FOR MY HANDS TO SLIDE ACROSS YOUR SKIN LIKE RAIN DRIPPING OFF OF A FERN. HE WONDERS WHAT WOULD IT TASTE LIKE? WOULD HE EVEN BE ABLE TO BREATHE? WHERE WOULD YOUR BODIES GO WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES AND LET THE TIDES CARRY YOU TWO FAR TOO DEEP? AWAY FROM GHOST-FACE, AWAY FROM THE NEWS REPORTERS, AWAY FROM EVERYBODY. HOW MANY FLOWERS WOULD BLOOM IN HIS SOUL? HOW MANY GALAXIES WOULD SHIMMER IN HIS IRISES SEEING YOU SMILE BECAUSE OF HIM?

YOU EXIT HIS TRUCK, LETTING THE DEPTH OF THE RAIN COAT YOUR HAIR AND SHOULDERS. JAKE WANTS TO STOP YOU AND POUR OUT EVERY THOUGHT OF HIS FROM HIS LIPS. HE WANTS TO SHOW YOU HOW NERVOUS YOU MAKE HIM. HOW HIS HANDS BEGIN TO SHAKE WHENEVER HIS GAZE MEETS YOURS. HOW HE STUMBLES OVER HIS WORDS AND HIS APOLOGIES. BUT HE WATCHES YOU DISAPPEAR INTO YOUR HOUSE, LEAVING HIM ALONE IN HIS TRUCK WITH RAIN TRICKLING DOWN ON HIS DISTORTED WINDOW.

FUCK, SHE'S PERFECT..

ELYSIAN                                                    ( scream gif series )Where stories live. Discover now