ix. what is with luna and bathrooms?

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CHAPTER NINE

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JAKE
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' what is with luna and bathrooms? '





— JAKE LOVED LOVE. He loved witnessing those two certain classmates walk into class with their hands entwined after months of pining, he loved seeing the sparks of blue and yellow fireworks that erupted in the eyes of lovers as they admired each other, and he loved how you could practically see the red strings pulling at someone's heart, rapid palpitations sending butterflies holding gifts of tender infatuation to every part of their body, whenever their lover was even remotely close to them.

Jake loved love, so when Luna showed up, offering the love he so desperately craved on a silver plater, he accepted it without a second thought.

Jake had been completely enamoured with Luna. Within a week he had given up any sort of independence he had, always at Luna's beck and call. She had given him the love he saw in other people— the love he was always admiring but never experiencing. At least, he thinks she was providing that.

His family never liked her, and maybe that should have set off some alarm in his brain, a warning call of sorts screaming at him: 'SHE ISN'T THE ONE!'. Jake didn't hear the warnings. How could he have? Luna had plugged his ears.

Months passed, years passed, and Jake kept on loving her no matter how many times she made it clear that she thought of him as nothing more that a speck of dirt on the bottom of her shoe. Jake deserved more, but he didn't know that, all he knew was the familiar sound of Luna's voicemail and the feeling of her hands digging into his arms as she spewed out another half-assed, joke of an apology that always ended up with the blame being shifted to Jake.

Luna was familiar, she was all he'd ever known, a constant in his life, and that familiarity made him feel safe. Nothing made him feel safer than knowing that there was someone who'd be there to give him even the slightest bit of affection.

Until Saya.

Saya was unfamiliar, she was a bump in the road, something he picked up off the ground out of curiosity and couldn't put back down, an addictive song that would lead to him listening to the rest of the artist's discography. Saya was anything but safe, she was a stranger dangling off of a roof, but she made Jake question Luna— question all he'd ever known.

Saya made him feel loved. Not in the way his cheesy classmates felt loved, or those couples with fireworks in their eyes felt loved— no, Saya made Jake feel important. She made him feel like a frosty Saturday morning, like a full breath after having a stuffy nose, like an untangled necklace. Jake realized that Luna didn't make him feel safe— she never did— the calm, reassuring, anomaly that was Saya Han did. The Saya who got pissed off at the world for him even though she hates being angry, the Saya who let him stay at her place until long after the sun fell just so he wouldn't have to let his family see him all distressed and worn out, the Saya who found inspiration in him when her own life wasn't satisfactory enough.

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