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JAX KEZER
the only thing I seem to think about since I turned 18. The most beautiful grey eyes haunt my dreams and a lullying voice as soothing and dreamy as the sound of ocean waves crashing on the beaches soft sand grains speaks soft words to me as I fall to sleep like the sound of this mans voice is right next to me speaking sweet soft nothings in my ear and the feeling of soft breaths on my neck as the feeling of a warm strong arm pulls me flush to a strong firm chest, as I wake up. No ones there. There never is, I feel love for this one person that is supposed to be there with me but isn't. I love this person that is never there.

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