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𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 a tidal wave that hits a person when they least expect, you spend a lifetime believing that you feel one thing only to be hit with an entirely different emotion opposite to what you believed you felt the entire time – for jordan, that was the case with what he felt towards luna, for as long as he can remember, he'd always viewed luna as his best friend, the girl that stuck by his side through thick and thin, a constant within the early stages of his career.
she was someone that he always reliedon and she had reliedon him, seeing as both of them shared an intense passion for their hopes and dreams when it came to their future – it wasn't easy at times, they'd argue, bicker like any friends would yet would always end up back in the same spot, sharing a deep sense of love, respect and support for one another.
platonic love, or so he thought.
her unexpected return a decade later had bared resemblance to water which planted the seed that he did not know existed up until now, the past eight years were a blur for him up until she had returned – finally allowing him to understand why he felt that strange flutter in his chest each time he paid a visit to her parents, or he had seen something which reminded him of her.
and it didn't help that she had grown beyond her old style which some might deem a bit anti feminine, from worshipping oversized hoodies and leggings to now wearing a style that only seemed to enhance her already unique features that stood out everytime he laid his eyes on her.
i've definitely lost my mind, he chuckles to him self as his gaze averted up to the ceiling. yes, she's beautiful ... she's always been a unique kind of beautiful but there's no way we can work out, we're just best mates and james is seeing things that aren't there.
his eyes widen and he sat up, but why would ellie choose her name as ruby's middle name? and why would she fight me and claim that it's my fault that luna left, could it be? ... he shakes his head, no, no – she's with azpi now, i need to be happy for her even if it hurts.
suddenly he looks at his phone and grabs the device, the numbers 𝟏𝟏:𝟐𝟓𝐩𝐦 glared at him – maybe she's awake right now, should i text her? he wonders before opting to take the shot and sent her a simple message. __
