"And I could feel my mind slipping away from you and needing, craving to kill because that was all I had left. Your memories and the bracelet wasn't enough. Nothing was enough...So I threw myself into the ocean in hopes to get to the bottom. At tha...
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"And the sweet little angel couldn't keep her eyes off the devil." - 4am-Reflections on Tumblr.
Trigger Warning (TW): Explicit content on violence, murder, and cursing.
"What am I doing..."
After coming from Alice's place, drinking vodka the rest of the night after the hospital "visit", Jacob in his drunken state appears at Veronica's house.
He stands across the street, swaying, and watching the lights from the bedroom like a moth completely enamored by its glow. It illuminates the leaves of the tree he's under while the music can be heard clearly.
I don't know why You would stand by It's in my mind You're in my mind
He can hear his heart beating, filling his ears while watching her walk back and forth in her room. He picks at his palms trying to scratch off the dried blood off his nails. Freshly cut grass sweeps into his nostrils, it's sweetness still strong in the air from this morning. He continues to eye that specific window for several moments. Suddenly, all the lights in the house turn off and music is cut. He runs to it's side, hiding himself for an hour till he's sure everyone is asleep.
In the still night on the quiet street, he begins to move quickly. In smooth strides, as if he already knows where to go, he approaches the tree next to Veronica's bedroom. Despite he's drunk, he's able to grab the trunk and effortlessly lift himself to cling the highest branch adjacent to her bedroom window. He sits there for three seconds before he rests to look at her.
Jacob watches Veronica sleep with her back turned from the window as the moonlight pierces through. It cast a beam over the upper half of her body, giving shine to her hair, contorted into twists, and spread along her silk pillows. Her skin is a spotless night sky and shes protected inside a quilt of vibrant blues, golds, and pinks like a royal gown. Astonished and serene, he keeps his eyes trained on her.
He's at peace in his drunken stupor, but doesn't know how long he can wait before he'd do something he shouldn't. After an hour, she stirs and turns around, revealing her face to him. His midnight muse, skin of dawn and smooth like marble sleeps with her plump lips forming a small "O". Even in her sleep, she's vibrant and it overwhelms him.
"Veronica."
His slurring whispers are only heard by the stars and he gazes at her ashamed with agony constraining his face. Jacob digs his nails into his palms.
"I'm sorry...for today," He licks his lips, eyes sad," but you have to understand...I hate Michael. I fucking hate whatever is going on between you two cause I can see it too well."
He represses a laugh, burying it deep inside himself but can't stop his grinning. Up close, Veronica's eyes are so wide, brown, and soft with that natural pout of hers making him want to do things he shouldn't. She barely reaches his shoulders andsmells like cherries, frosting, and innocence. He hopes he looks calm on the outside cause he may fall to his knees at any moment. He wants to smother himself in her hair, her hands, her lips, and her neck . But someone's with her.
