vinnie hacker blurbs

19. it's been a year now

hi everyone .... so glad to be back and writing again! this is a cute lil piece bc i haven't done many breakups at all on here, and they're always interesting to write for me. 

let me know what you think!

plz be safe!! all the love 

~b

red hair.

messy curls.

red hair.

you'd recognize those auburn locks anywhere, unruly yet perfectly in place. his flannel fell gently off one shoulder, covering his wrist but exposing his collar bones and the sculpted muscles below the skin. he was toned and golden underneath the shallow sunlight that illuminated the small space, just as you'd remembered he was. his fingers subtly twitched against his pocket, an anxious tick he couldn't seem to get rid of.

his hands.

his rings.

his tattoos.

you could still identify almost every piece of ink sketched onto his body, down to the smallest sword on the back of his right hand. you'd traced each picture over and over again, filling the silence of late nights turned to early mornings where words were too intrusive to use. they danced along his skin with ease, each one representing something different, something unique, something so vinnie, and you always respected that aspect of him. he didn't care what others thought of what he did to his own body to be happy, because he was happy, and that's all that mattered.

his smile.

his dimples.

his eyes.

hazel and kind. it was easily the first thing you'd noticed about him when the two of you first met. they said everything he couldn't, and it was enough for you. you'd seen more of each other than you hadn't seen with one another, and the thought caught in your throat. every laugh, every tear, every smile and cry and scream and conversation you'd shared were observed through them--

--and there they were. piercing and warm simultaneously as they met your own. warmth, fear, pain, misunderstanding, concern-- a continuous spilling of each other into a single gaze, a single gaze you hadn't held since he'd left. you immediately looked down to your laptop set up in front of you at your single booth, finding your fingers a much simpler place to set your eyes upon.

it had been slightly sticky, after the breakup. you were raw and exposed and couldn't manage to see people on your own for a period of time, until vinnie became so concerned and contacted your friends to tell them because he knew you didn't. you'd been so angry at the time, to do such things that overstepped a boundary he took back the moment he decided to leave. the irony of the situation hit you harder than you had intended, he loved you enough to get others to help you, but not enough to do it himself.

you healed slowly, and relearned how to socialize without him by your side. you boxed away pictures and items around your apartment that reminded you of him, just for the times where you were vulnerable enough to burst into tears after seeing a stupid heart doodle he'd pinned on your fridge.

you'd never seen yourself as low as you were, and it took time to pull yourself out of the state you were in. but you did it, and you were okay. your friends took the liberty of unfollowing his social media accounts on your behalf so you could begin to reacclimate to the online world without a well-known presence constantly on your posts.

fans became suspicious, and started to piece the puzzle together, coming to outrageous conclusions about what you'd done to him, and just how awful of a person you were for breaking his heart.