Nothing Like Us

Nothing Like Us

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"Holy shit! Gemma are you okay?!?" God damn it, of course it was Jacob. "I've lost track of how many times you've asked me that today" I joked, trying to compose myself and not seem like a total mess in front of him. Before I knew it, a boy I barely knew pulled me in and hugged me tightly. As my head was pressed against his chest, I did the one thing I knew I shouldn't have done. I started crying. I could feel one of his arms around my shoulder and the other ones hand rubbing comforting circles on my scalp. I haven't felt this safe in a really long time. which was weird, because I met this boy about 4 hours ago but his embrace just sent a soothing warmth through my body. I sighed heavily to signal I was done blubbering, and felt him let go of me. then I saw his shirt which was now stained with tears and an excessive amount of mascara that wasn't already smeared all over my face. I knew I looked like shit, but seeing his expression, I really don't think he cared. Enjoy!!!
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"Excuse me, sir. I think you may have dropped these?" It was the voice I noticed first. Smooth, a little amused, and low enough to draw me out of myself. Then I saw him. Dirty blonde hair that looked like waves crashing down the sides of his face, and freckles like splattered paint across his fair skin. A silver hoop in his nose, another in his brow, both catching the light. And those eyes... electric blue, staring into my green ones with intensity. - After a heartbreaking loss, Killian has spent two years shielding himself from love, or any human contact really-convinced that no one could ever replace the person he lost. Finn, on the other hand, is caught in the throes of a toxic relationship, knowing he's not getting what he deserves but is too scared to walk away. When their paths cross, the spark is undeniable, but both are hesitant, scared of getting too close. Killian fears the pain of loving and losing again, while Finn's relationship has made him lose hope all together-almost. Will they let their pasts define them, or can they find the courage to bloom together in the wake of their ruins?

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