𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 | 𝚜.𝚛

𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆

He felt like a drag of a fresh cigarette

But felt like the last bite of mint chip ice cream

He feels like the last layer of red lipstick

He feels like the last sentence you read of your favorite book

He feels like Virginia snow

He feels like the BAU when empty at night

He feels like Dilaudid

He feels like getting kidnapped while talking to a woman whos already spoken for

He feels like classical music

He feels like a plane in the sky

He feels like a single white rose

He feels like an old book

He feels like a vintage library

He feels like a fresh pot of coffee

He feels like an hour-long phone call

He feels like cheating over the phone while you're in his bed

He feels like lying while you sleep right next to him

He feels like moving to New York

He feels like our song

He feels like... something I can't describe anymore

Because I don't know him anymore,

He was everything I ever wanted in life

but now I don't know anymore . . .

{ib: happydays1d, duplicity}

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• Y/N •

"Sir, you dropped this" I had picked up a book from the man who held stacks of papers in his hands with books under his arm and a coffee in his free hand

"oh- uh, thanks, could you just put it there on that table over there," he asked

and I did and I helped him... he had invited me to sit

And I did

and I sat with him and we talked for hours while he did his work that I paid no attention to because I was too enthralled by him

The way his fair fell

The way he puckered his lips

The way he talked

Little did I know I had fallen for this man I knew so little about

Unbeknownst to me, I would land right in his department in Quantico

Having been so warmly accepted by the team members

It was far from a smooth ride from there

We became close

Became friends, maybe.

Bought each other coffee