"Nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away." Today is September 4, exactly 6 months after I stormed out of Jacob's house, unaware of how much it would hurt me. It's that kind of humid that it gets after a storm, where you get a headache and feel hot and irritated, no matter how cold it is outside. That's Jacob's least favorite type of weather. I wonder what he's doing right now. I scrolled through his Instagram to see that he's touring in the UK at the moment. He'd always wanted to visit there. I bet he's having fun, admiring the pretty landscapes of chilly, rainy cities, meeting pretty girls. Part of me, the more generous, happy part that believes in true love hopes that Jacob will find someone better, someone meant for him that he can trust and stay up with until 4 am talking about anything and everything that comes to his sweet little head, but the selfish, angry, overpowering part of me wants Jacob back more than anything else in the world. I want to wear his oversized hoodie that smell like him, like cologne and s'mores, to cuddle with him on cold winter nights while we listen to the fireplace crackle, to tell him my deepest, darkest secrets, to fall madly in love with him again.
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Miserable at Best {a Jacob Whitesides fanfiction}
RomanceThe sun and the moon are opposites, and no matter how fascinating or exciting it might sound for them to stand side by side, able to admire each other and ignore their differences, the sun and the moon were never supposed to collide. They were suppo...
