❝ you and me forever, never gonna lose you ❞
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in which
an invisible girl plagued by insecurities
meets a boy plagued by his dark past
two broken people
who might just have found their other half
[ LAUREN CIMORELLI ] [...
yes i just HAD to put that picture on top because LAUREN CIMORELLI AS ARIANA GRANDE IS SOMETHING NONE OF US KNEW WE NEEDED LIKE- WOW THATS A QUEEN <3
yes i basically update like once every month/two months now but AT LEAST i update this story, can't say the same about all my stories :/
anyway, here's a belated christmas / early new year's present for all of you reading this <3 a chapter to commemorate the end of not only this year, but this decade. goodbye to 2019 and the 2010s, you were epic <3
i'm the worst at updating (look at the rest of my books *cough*)
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chapter four
good old days
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jacob ✰
1.45 am, my phone read. I lay there, unable to fall asleep as I let my eyes focus on the sleeping girl beside me. Her brown hair spilling out from underneath her head, her eyes closed as she slept peacefully. For once since I met her, she was relaxed, completely at peace only in her slumber. She wasn't plagued by the demons that haunted her when she was awake, she seemed so serene and calm in her sleep.
I lay right next to the girl, trying to keep a small distance between us not to alarm her in case she happened to wake up. I stared at her, trying to tear my eyes away to no avail, a lame fear that she would be hurt should I fall asleep. Instead, I vowed silently to stay awake to protect this vulnerable, broken girl.
Christine, she'd said her name was. Christine, a pretty name for a pretty girl, I would admit. She was pretty, it was hard to ignore that. Rather skinny and pale...but undeniably gorgeous. She didn't seem very hurt nor broken as she slept peacefully now but when I looked into her eyes just now, I saw hurt and pain beyond what most people experience. The only reason I knew that look was because it mirrored my own.
I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to her, why she was so badly hurt and left out alone in the sea in that condition. I moved stealthily, trying my best not to wake her as I grabbed her wet clothes, hanging them over the edge of my truck in the vain hope of them drying despite it being dark and cold tonight.
I shivered, curling up in a ball as I tried to ignore the cold as best I could. I saw Christine curled up in the blanket, comfortable in my sweater as I allowed myself a timid smile. Seeing her nice and warm made my heart flutter, giving me something else to think about as I grinned. My mind continued to wander as I stared out at the sea, looking over at my surfboard. I shuddered, but not from the cold as memories began to fill my mind.
