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The sleeping man (Hakuouki modern AU - Hijikata)

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Reads 244
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Parts 18
Time 2h 16m

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He was beautiful as sin.
The kind of beauty you would only want to gaze upon for eternity. Just one more glimpse, and another, and another, until all that remained were the elegant lines of his face and the sharpness of his jaw. 
She carved a picture of him in her mind; she would never forget. How could she, really ?
Fine features smoothed by sleep, jet black hair to die for, and shaped eyebrows that could probably paint a hundred emotions. He smelt heavenly, a mixture of subtle masculinity and reassurance wrapped up over his fair skin. His lips were set in a gentle pout, relaxed and delicious looking, just like the sharp set of his jaw.
And he was currently sleeping upon her shoulder... in the train.

I could not find the creator of that pic, but is inspired this entire story so whoever you are, thank you !All Rights Reserved

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You used to be stronger than this. You used to thrive off being alone. You promised you would never let yourself depend on another human ever again. You're supposed to be a strong and independent woman who only relies on herself because that's the only person she can trust. What happened to you? Jackson. Jackson happened to me. Jackson begged me to let him take care of me. Jackson snuck in when I wasn't looking and found himself a home in this fucked up brain of mine. He set up camp among my thoughts and now he refuses to leave. He tangled himself in my synapses. He weaved his way into every aspect of my being. And now not a single part of me exists without some part of him in it. I have become the woman I promised myself that I would never be. I have become the woman who can't go one day without her husband's hands on her body. I have become the woman who looks for him in every room she enters, even if she knows he won't be there. I have become the woman who relies on her husband to be her barometer for all situations. I have become the woman who craves- no, needs her husband's approval in every endeavor that she encounters. I have become a woman I hate, a woman I used to make fun of, a woman who is useless without her husband. I broke my rules for him. - - - The usual strong, put-together, badass Jet is nowhere to be found right now. No. This is angry. This is hurt. This is desperate. This is crimson blood dripping from the blade of the dagger she used to kill the happy little kid in her. That's the thing about Jet. She wears strength and darkness equally well. She always has. It's like she's half goddess and half Hell. Half angel and half demon. She gave me peace in a lifetime of war. She's madness sipping chaos from a cup, and, fuck, does she make it look good. You think she's a delicate flower that you could step all over? You think you can break her soul that easily? Ha. You couldn't be any more wrong. She's wildfire and she will devour you whole.

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