𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜.𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

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sacramento, ca

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you plop the cookie into your mouth and watch intently as another death scene occurs in twd and it stabs you're heart again and again everytime.

you sniffle a bit and here faint words flee from your phone that make you remember your on the phone while connie sleeps.

his lilac head laid against the sage, so light its practically white, pillowcase as he faced towards the camera that sat up against the pillow on the other side of the bed.

his long bully nose is flared as he breathes out and the round nostrils tuns out before peacefully going back in. his lips have a small side ways j part as he snores just a bit, not in something stuck in his throat way but it in a humming, soft z sound way.

his entire body is extremely relaxed and he even makes the word angel come into your head, you wish you could tell him he fell asleep with his sketch book under him and theres a possibility he'll crinkle the paper, but connies creative in ways beyond your mindset and he treats his art so kindly, he puts his heart, soul and mind in it and when he talks about it to you, you can tell that's something he's embarrassed about or ashamed of.

he gets real timid and has a lot less to say, the words just dont sing out of him like most sentences do. but you always make him feel much more comfortable about it. always encouraging to showcase and push his art out, you never fail to praise him and let him know that his sensitivity with his art amazes you and makes you very proud.

connies no average artist, he's got talent, picasso talent, raw talent, that talent that makes instagram celebrities shut the fuck up when you walk in. he's got that.

you close the netflix app and click the small round side rectangle type shape that holds his face and it spreads across your phone screen much bigger.

you get comfortable in your freezing room while your layered blankets warm you up like a cup of hot coco. you lay your head to the side and you try to sleep but he's so cute you start to smile so hard. you can't help it either.

your cheek raise themselves real high and you feel a warm feeling in your nose and fingers, seeing your name written in small small lettering on his sketch book and it makes you wonder what he was drawing that pertains to your name. you just wanna fall asleep but the feeling is more than mesmerized or engulfed, you're stunned but you try to sleep.

you close your eyes and try, but you can't you can see the plain black behind your eyes and your just looking at it, you think of a bonnet you lost like six years ago and it makes you a little more sleepy but it also makes you wanna get up and find it.

you reach your arm over your head and pull a dark brown bear from build-a-bear thats dressed in a white heart patterned red onsie, the fur isnt as soft or in smooth circles like it once was but its still comforting, it has a gold fabric embroidered noise and small ears, its eyes are gold and it is kind of scary but the fur brushes over the gold of the eyes and only shows the black.

you snug the bear between your arms and you start to think, this is valentines bear and you try to remember who it was that went with you, mikasa and eren to build a bear and gifted you, specifically, this. you rest your cheek on the side of the bears face and your hand under its head while on top of your other arm, making a triangle shape that the bear body points into.