𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 ; 𝑘. 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑏𝑠

twenty.

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❛ CHAPTER TWENTY ! ❜
rl, twitter.

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real life ; time skip.
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due to the author being too lazy and quite impatient, we shall be traveling a year ahead in time. don't worry, i'll sum up anything worth noting.

but i'm still going to roll out what happened that night with karl and soleil. it ended quite awkwardly. though she cared about him a lot, she couldn't bare the chance of him hurting her again. she knew better.

"i'm sorry.." she frowned a bit, clinking her nail quietly against her mug. "i just don't think it's best."

of course karl understood. "i don't blame you," he gazed down at his tea, "sorry for kissing you the other day without really asking.. kind of just.. i don't know it felt right. sometimes i forget we aren't dating."

"don't worry about it," soleil assured, she set down her tea on her side table, walking over to him seated on the bed. she embraced him into a hug. "you know i'll never not care about you.. no matter what happens.."

karl's eyes began to well up with tears, he gulped. he's always knew he never deserved soleil, but this really was his first time feeling it.

though karl was aware of how badly he had treated her and what he put her through, he never felt the guilt sting through his senses like it did in that moment."..and i'll always care about you, sol."

the following day the snow storm had settled down, and so he ended up just going back to his hotel room and booked his fight to north carolina.

when getting home, karl went through his closet putting away his laundry and such. pretty normal.

but when reaching to get the extra hangers on top of his shelves, he felt a box. he figured it was a shoe box but it was far back, and so he took it out.

karl fully expected it to just be a pair of shoes, but when taking a good look at the box, he recognized it as the box he stored letters and notes soleil gave him throughout their relationship. his face softens.

this took karl back. the night he broke up with her, he didn't have the guts to throw the memories away. so he forced it on his shelve to collect dust, never looking back to it.

his hands shook a bit, he hadn't looked in it for in two years. nervously he opened it, and his heart sank.

there laid calmly a good amount of paper, back to back, full pages of writing.

he ached to pick any of it up. there were also polaroid pictures of the two, memories that were captured and were meant to be cherished forever.

he picked up one of the letters and it read:

dear beb,
you're literally the best ever, have i told you that recently? i'm sure i did.. anyway, mailing these letters is fun. i know i can easily just text you but again, this is just fun.

to be quite honest, i never really liked the idea of being with someone. it seemed like a hassle. it just didn't interest me having to deal with someone else. but then you came around..