I'm Not Dying At All Because Of Imagination That Jake Calls Me "my Clever Girl"

i'm not dying at all because of imagination that jake calls me "my clever girl"

Jake is so babygirl material

That's it, that's the post .

Lost without you

a/n: yes im on my period, and yes im crying rn. JakexMC as always

A life went on. It was not the same.

But it went on.

Who would have believed two years ago that we would be where we are at this moment? In the beautifully decorated church where, less than twenty-four months ago, the funeral of one of our friends was held.

The decorative flowers, however, did not overshadow the beauty of the gorgeous bride, who was just walking down the aisle to join her soul there with the man of her life. The organist was playing a wedding tune on the piano, which was now ringing in my ears. I watched, listened and felt their love as they looked deeply into each other's eyes, put on rings or swore fidelity to each other until the end of their days. If someone were to ask me about a couple that went through so many storms and hurricanes together that didn't wipe them off the planet but only made them stronger I wouldn't have to think long.

Hannah and Thomas.

They were perfect. They had survived a nightmare from which they were nevertheless able to wake up, and the life that lay ahead seemed like a long-desired dream.

The wedding was also wonderful. But as I stood in the middle of the crowd, boisterously chanting the names of the new newlyweds a wave of loneliness and alienation hit me like hail on the first days of spring.

Life flashed on, even though it only took one look at each of them for me to know the loss they had experienced. Dan and Cleo stood under the bar and sipped whiskey, drinking up the fact that Richy was not here with them. Jessy sat distant, and although a small smile wandered on her lips, her eyes remained blank.

Similar to mine.

Where had he gone? What had happened to him? Was he still in hiding, or was he now being brutally interrogated by the FBI? He had to be alive. I didn't believe anything else.

Why did he leave me with only the memory of oceanic eyes and the bitter aftertaste of the last three words he wrote to me? I didn't know what feelings accompanied me. Anger, grief, sadness?

All that was certain was that I damn missed him.

What if I never forget him?

What if, all my life when I meet someone new I can never fall for them because they aren't him?

And just like that I started to cry.

I thought we'd have more time. If I had known how our story would turn out I would never have allowed it to end this way. Was it even possible to call it a story? What were we?

A failed potential. A faded picture. A memory.

We were memories that blurred each new morning when I had to wake up and get on with my life.

And even though my heart screamed that this chapter was not yet over, I knew deeply the painful truth. Sensitivity and longing believed that Jake would one day return. Perhaps he will write and explain that this was the only way he could keep us safe. Perhaps he will stand on my doorstep one day and beg for forgiveness. And perhaps he will sit in the last pew at my wedding, when I will finally give my heart to someone else, and I will never know of his presence.

But one thing hasn't changed and never will. I felt a warmth in my heart that told me that the hacker who turned my whole world upside down was alive. In the same city or on the other side of the globe. It didn't matter as long as he was safe.

Despite my gaze blurred by tears, I smiled. We were under the same sky at least.

My gaze then fell on Thomas. The man I had comforted as much as I could two years ago and convinced him to fight on. That his beloved one was alive and together we would find her.

But when he regained the love of his life, I lost mine.

hear me out

jake in ghostface mask

i'm a photographer and i took this photo :)

i just posted a profile picture on facebook and i think i'm going to die of a heart attack. do you understand this pressure of stress in the belly??? AAARGH