THEY’D BROKEN UP ALMOST TWO MONTHS AGO , BUT IT FEEL AS IF IT’S BEEN AN ETERNITY ! you never really know how much you love being around someone , how much they actually mean to you , until they’re removed from your life completely. lara jean found her mind preoccupied with peter kavinsky much more than she might have liked , heart completely consumed with the ache she feels for simply MISSING HIM. ; body sits at a empty lunch table outside , apple in one hand while palm holds down the book she’d been reading since the break up . . eyes focused down while hands alternated between taking a bite && turning a page. the soft chill of approaching october sends chills down spine at the slightest breeze cast her way━body curling inward on itself until the breeze passes to someone else. it’s only when the familiar sound of HIS laugh drew her attention out of the universe encased in paper━head lifts instantly , eyes finding him just as quick. no words are spoken in passing while eyes make CONTACT && lara jean can feel her heart stammer inside the confines of her chest. a sensation of longing rises once more , brow furrowing slightly while eyes plead silently : ( i’m sorry , peter. ) / @grndlings plotted starter !
he loves her. there’s no doubt in his mind about that fact. but there was an old saying, once said by richard butch if you love something, set it free. lara was far too good for him, too pure and too golden hearted to be with such a boy as he. she deserved better that him, someone who walked around with heavy baggage, seeking reassurance and protection from the world from behind her back. he had not always been a good man, he had sinned and he wished for the father to forgive him for his heavy heart. insecurities ruled him, they made him their slave and made him think and rethink everything possible what it came to LJ. he loved her. he set her free. he looses himself in fake conversation, leaning on his buddies, smiling at the pretty girls that earn for his attention. he’s normal on the outside, not breaking under the preasure of his recent break up. yet, his insides were a vulcano of emotions, errupting and cracking away at his candy heart. eyes rise softly, sneaking peaks at her as she reads so quietly in her corner, but he freezes when he catches her looking back at him.
clearing his throat, he moves away from his friends, and he can feel their eyes upon his back as he moves so easily among the crowd. feet lead him where he heart desires, even though brain is yelling IT’S A BAD IDEA. he’s soon sat opposite her, taking her in as if it’s the first time he’s seen her in this life time, “ what are you reading ? “ he questions, trying to look at the book cover. innocent. this was just a friendly conversation, one hed be yearning to have, “ it’s not the notebook again is it ? you’ve probably read that twenty thousand times. “
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