It's been almost two years since you've seen him. Two years is a lot without seeing a person. The first few months without him we're the hardest. You could still remember his voice.
His touch.
His laugh.
Him.
You used to go through about him. The things you did together. You thought about memories for hours until your friend would ask why you were crying.
It's hard to remember him now. Some memories were jumbled all together. His voice was just an echo now. His love seemed like a dream. Something far.
It felt so close but so far to touch.
You don't cry when you think of him anymore. You still feel a slight pang in your heart. You haven't moved on yet. Your parents keep telling you to move on. But you can't.
It was a Tuesday. It was a Tuesday when you got a phone call. You looked at the number and you were so excited. You answered and it was y/f/n. You didn't look at the numbers right. It wasn't him.
It was a Tuesday when you realized he was never going to call. He was never going to come back.
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You sat up in bed when you heard the door bell rang.
You zipped up your hoodie and went to the door. You opened it a little and poked your head out.
Jack?
He opened his mouth to speak. You leaned back and simply closed the door.
A/N
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Omaha Boys Preferences and imagines (Discontinued)
FanfictionThis is Omaha Boy imagines or prefrences. Requests are now closed. I write for Nate, Gilinsky, Johnson, and Sam. I recently added Derek Luh and Swazz (John Swift). But I still do ships. So just ask for a ship and ill get it done very soon.
