Dear Rome,

Chapter 5

TW: Self Harm
Jasper POV

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t was 10 at night and I am laying in my bed

Diana and Rome dropped me off at my house about an hour ago leaving me to my dangerous thoughts

They did a good job of distracting me
Rome seems to be a nice guy… If he and Sophia are a thing, even if she says they aren’t, I think he is nice enough to treat her right 

After we ate and a I was gifted few more of Romes Italian lessons, we decided to stay at the mall for 3 more hours just enjoying eachothers company
It was nice to spend time with Diana again and I got to learn more about Rome too

Turns out hes an only child but has four good friends who are like siblings to him

Leo, Rocco Dante, and Alessia

It was nice hearing about his life back home, I could tell he missed his friends by the way he talked about them

I could only imagine, I can barley go a weekend without Diana and Sophia let alone a whole school year

He didn’t stay on the topic of his family other than the fact that he liked being able to be more independent 

I don’t think they’re on good terms so I tried to stray from the subject but it’s definitely something I am curious about…

It might be that I’m so close with my family that I can’t imagine being separated from them
I’ve always been one to love my family so to meet anyone with a severed connection with theirs is always something I simpithise with 

Family is home to me

My brother, as annoying as he may be, he is my bestfriend and my parents, even though they have their flaws, they have always supported me through everything. I love my family.

I’m glad Rome has his friends to carry him though

He talks about them the same way I talk about Diana and Sophia
They’ve been friends since they were all little 
Dante being his first best friend someone who he considers a brother and his twin Alessia who he said was a package deal when he befriended Dante 

It was a nice day 

Something that even now leaves a smile on my face

But much like every high

There is a fall

Mine was right about when I thought it was a good idea to turn on my phone and stalk a certain dimpled boys page 

He wasn’t lying when he said the diner would be fun and he made sure to make that very clear with his multiple posts of his ‘fun’

Why do I do this to myself?

Scrolling through his page I couldn't help but notice his smile and how bright it was… without me he could smile

My hand studdered when my eyes landed on the image of his arm wrapped around non other than Lylah 
If popularity were a thing, Lylah would be it 
She is beautiful, smart, sporty, and one of the nicest people in school
Everyone loved her.

And right now I couldn’t help but compare myself to her.

I’ve been here before and it never ends well

Here I stand infront of the mirror and I can’t help but notice that she has a smaller waist or her golden hair that I can never even dream of having
And as the list goes on so does the collection of scars I carry 
Her white pearled smile… cut
Her long natural lashes… pain
Her perfectly freckled button nose… blood
Her perfect body… relief 
Her lushious laugh… more…