Jacob Sartorius Imagines

Lost Memories (sad)

Really long authors note:

I'll continue posting dirty imagines on this book along with other ones, but I'll avoid most of the sexual imagines where Jacob is below the age of 18 so that this book doesn't violate the guidelines or whatever. That's probably why the last one was deleted.

I logged in on my friends account who had my old book in her library, and I found out how to copy and paste imagines on my phone. It's really confusing and a little complicated but I managed to do it haha.

This was a part from my dirty imagines book, but this part isn't dirty, but it's hella long, and also hella sad. I cried writing this, not gonna lie. Part 2 is dirty and that'll be out soon :)

The atmosphere of the room has changed dramatically. You can feel it. The small rays of light that shine through the baby blue patterned curtains no longer provide a warm feeling that you used to find comfort in when you read on the window sill. You looked around the room, expecting to find an emotion other than the emptiness eating away at you.

The pictures on the walls that once showed two happy kids so devotedly in love with one another now only appeared to be two blurred faces with vacant eyes. A worn, balled-up blanket lay in the middle of the room. A knit sweater thrown carelessly on top, as if forgotten, sprawled out next to the dresser that had been discarded of your clothes last night.

A chill runs through you spine, despite the warm temperature in the room and the fact that you wore a thick, gray sweatshirt. Everything's been feeling gray lately.

No matter how many times your friends drag you out downtown or you visits your mother in the countryside to try and take your mind off of things, this feeling of neutrality has you stuck. Stuck somewhere in the middle of regaining any kind of happiness in your life or slipping back into that lonely sense you've been trapped in.

Your fingers unknowingly scratch at the tattered, ironed on letters that spread across the front of the hoodie. It wasn't until you heard the tear of the material that you look down and realize what piece of clothing you had absentmindedly thrown on after a cold shower last night.

You thought you had smelled that familiar scent of musky scented soap Jacob used. He had always insisted on buying solely because it had the "cute little bear" on the package. The closest thing to a smile you can muster creeps onto your lips. It's a strange revelation, since the boy that you feared would cause your cheeks to stay in a crooked smile permanently hasn't sparked even a little grin in you for weeks.

You can't even remember the last time you've fallen asleep in his clothes. It had grown to be a routine ever since you two moved in together nearly two years ago. The thought stirs a wash of recollections through your subconscious that seem to haunt you like a nightmare now. You can remember the day he had first brought it up.

Knowing him, you thought he would hire a skywriter to spell it out in curvy letters just as the sun was setting or something of that nature. He had such a big heart that it had caught you completely off guard when he had asked you in a simple conversation.

The memory washes over you:

"You know those things'll rotten your teeth." Jacob scolded playfully.

"Excuse me but I don't remember asking for your dental expertise," You countered, picking up another bright pink, sugarcoated worm and purposely licking off it before popping it between your lips.

"Well, at least your lips will taste sweet," he teased before bending his head down to his lap , where you were resting. He pressed a short kiss to your sugar covered lips. "Almost as sweet as your other lips."