𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

post-fever › j.m.

i watched her eyes move every second to the right as she read every word on her page of her book. she sat curled up on the couch, and even though it wasn't cold outside, she had a blanket lazily wrapped around her figure. i assumed it was because she had just gotten over being sick. i felt bad for her, the least i could do in the past few days would snuggle up with her, my arms holding her tight to my chest, and watch cheesy romance movies. 

she looked absolutely stunning, even post-fever. yes, her hair was tied up into a messy bun that was almost falling down, her eyes had natural bags under them, there was a tiny bit of acne on her cheeks, and her lips were definitely chapped, but it didn't stop me from staring at the beautiful being.

after a few minutes, she noticed my silent self, stuck in a position that i couldn't and didn't want to get out of. "jonah," she said quietly, her voice raspy due to the past days. "jonah, are you okay?" she asked. 

i blinked twice, sadly wiping away the thoughts from my mind. "yeah," i smiled lightly. "i'm fine." i chuckled. her nose crinkled as she jokingly looked at me trying to find the right answer. i closed my eyes and smiled at her again. "you're very beautiful, you know that?" 

"you tell me everyday," she said, chuckling back. she turned her attention back to her book, quickly getting lost in the ocean of words. "even on days like this." i could hear the tension in her throat as she hadn't been able to talk while she had been ill. 

"you feeling any better than yesterday?" i asked, politely changing the subject. (y/n) didn't take compliments very well, i knew that. i didn't either, so i understood what she felt. 

"eh," she said, placing her bookmark in her page, seeing that we would probably be talking for a while, and set her book down on her lap. she lied back, relaxing as she closed her eyes. "i could be worse." she chuckled, smiled, and opened one eye at me causing me to chuckle back at her. 

"i'm sorry you were so sick," i said. i sincerely looked into her eyes with an apologetic look. she closed her eyes and smiled back at me. i could tell she was trying to hide the fact that she still didn't feel all that good, but (y/n) was a fighter. sometimes that was good, but sometimes she fought a little too much. "it was painful to see you like that. i'm really sorry."

she chuckled and shook her head, sitting up only a small bit. she rest her back against a pillow, an expression of slight pain washing of her face only for it to disappear by her covering up her hurt. "it's not your fault, baby," she said to me. "plus, you've done a lot for me in the past few days. i feel bad. you had to deal with me sick." i laughed. 

"it wasn't all that bad." i said. she scoffed sarcastically and looked outside the window. "you know, (y/n), even after all you've been through, you are still so amazingly beautiful."

(y/n) covered her face with the palms of her hand, her fingers covering your eyes. i chuckled. "stop it, jonah," she playfully begged. "i hate that."

"hate what?" i asked even though i knew the answer. 

"that," she said. she took her hands off her face and smiled miserably. "compliment me. you know i don't like that. i don't take it well." i laughed gently, watching her try to look away from me. 

"you're so beautiful," i joked. "so beautiful." i dragged out the 'so'. i watched her cringe, and even though she meant it as a joke and it made me laugh, i still hurt for her deep down inside of me. she couldn't see how beautiful she was and i didn't understand.

"oh my gosh," she laughed, blushing like crazy. "stop it." she laughed. i gave in to the beautiful girl, stopping what i had been doing even though i didn't want to. 

"(y/n)," i said to her, a slight sternness to my voice yet i spoke gently. "i want to say this without having you stopping me. you're so perfect. i know, i know, you hate compliments. i do too. someone compliments you, you say thanks, and than it's just awkward. even if you're dating them. i understand how you feel. i really do, but this is more than a compliment. this is the simple truth. 

"you are so beautifully perfect. inside and out. you may have your times where anxiety takes it toll and it gets the best of you. you may have your times where you just want to be alone and away from everyone else, even me. you may have your times where you just want to crash on the couch and watch netflix while eating various foods from the kitchen. 

"but no matter what, you are so simply perfect. it amazes me how i seem to fall for you all over again every single day. both physically and mentally, you are so perfect. i don't know how else to say it. i really don't. 

"physically, i love the way your hair falls in your face. how your teeth shine in the sunlight. how your eyes light up when your surprised. how you genuinely smile when you're actually happy. i love the ways your fingers play with my hair. i love the way your legs move when you walk. the simplest things, but i love them. 

"mentally, i love how your mind works. how you think. it's so...different from anyone else i've ever met. and i love it. you just seem to think of things in such a different and better way, i guess, more efficient. i really can't describe how your mind works. it does what i does, and i love what it does. 

"(y/n), i want you to understand how much i love you. and i don't know if you'll ever know. i'll shower you with gifts and kisses, embrace you with hugs and cuddles, serenade with songs and art. i will do anything for you, all because i love you so very much."

isn't it funny how you can post something on social media and get 1,000,000 positive comments, but then someone says 

"you're total shit" 

and your day is ruined?

two updates today, nice. it's a good day. i think the book is going well, hbu? ha, watch it fail in the next three days. 

i thought this was cute. probably not, but you know, it's okay. tomorrow will be the first preference. i think you'll like it. 

how are you liking the book so far now that there's one imagine for every boy? i like sad imagines, but i cry while writing them, so don't expect to see a lot of them. 😂