✓SEASONS [JAKE GYLLENHAAL]

epilogue.

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𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

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howie 💂‍♂️
rose please
come back

come on we've
been together for
the past 5 years

you can't leave me

rosie
i woke up and i
realized i didn't love
you like the way i
used to, howard

i'm sorry

but to lead
you on is wrong

howie 💂‍♂️
you're still in love
with him, aren't you?

rosie
i guess i
never stopped. . .

howie 💂‍♂️
i should've known
the time you spent
together was just
too epic for you
two to forget

its silly of me to
think i even had
a chance with you

rosie
howard, i'm so
sorry. i still love
you but maybe not
in that way anymore

howie 💂‍♂️
it's okay,
rosalie

go get the love
of your life

happy thanksgiving

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Jake opens the wooden door to find a tear-stained Rosalie in front of him. Her jet-black hair cascaded down to her shoulders. She hugs the large coat tighter around her body and gives him a soft smile, making some crinkles in her eyes appear.

"Hi." Rosalie's greets him, her words forming a little bit of water vapor in the air due to the cold weather.

"Hey—hi. Uhm. . .it's nice to see you." Jake tells her, unsure of what to say as her appearance surprised him. Normally, Hugo and Levi would have Thanksgiving lunch with their Dad then spend the night and dessert at their mother's home with Uncle Howard.

She nods and bounces lightly on her feet. "I. . ." Rosalie nibbles on her bottom lip for moment and her eyes are downcast to the ground until she finally gathers up the courage to meet Jake's captivating blue ones—and, even after all these years, those eyes still made her go weak in the knees.

"I. . .I felt a little lost, Jake."

Jake understandingly nods, a smile appearing on his face as he opens the door wider for her to come in. "It's okay, Rosalie. Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable."

As Rosalie steps inside their once-shared home, memories seem to coarse through her mind—all the good and the bad.

There was the staircase that led up to their rooms. The second floor was her favorite part since it gave her little family privacy from guests and allowed them spend moments with each other and their sons.

There was the kitchen and the maroon marble island where Rosalie would make chicken soup whenever Jake got sick and then she'd make another pot for Hugo and Levi just in case.

The living room was still warm and it remained to have a pleasing aura surrounding it—that was the place Rosalie told him she was pregnant with Levi.

Rosalie's eyes land on the wall by the staircase and a faint blush creeps on her cheeks as she remembers that there was a time where Jake would've fucked her into tomorrow right then and there. His lips were so warm on her neck and her hands were running through his soft-brown hair as Jake whispered his thoughts for only Rosalie Ren to hear. . .

They were in a honeymoon stage at that time and Levi was only a year-old and Hugo was four. Running around all day and trying to keep up with their boys left Rosalie and Jake desperate to steal a moment to themselves.

Rosalie smiles softly as she turns to face him again after surveying the house that seemed to have made her grow into a better person. She slowly intertwines her hand around his and a few tears form in the brim of her eyes.

She squeezes his hand and tells him, "Thank you, Jake."

For everything.