Jet Black Forum

Two girls trying to get to The Forum in Los Angeles

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I think that the moment 5SOS release their next single I will take a breath as deep and dramatic as it is in Radioactive.

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Ok so it happened and let me tell you, a lot of emotions came out during that breath.

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The Yellow Notepad - Calum Hood Imagine

Today he stands across from you in a traditional black tuxedo, every wild curl neatly organized atop his head. A simple black tie affair to represent the simplicity of your relationship. Not all things were black and white in this world but marrying Calum was not something that belonged in the in-between. Your love was all consuming, absorbing every source of light and creating the appearance of a dimness without it, something represented by the color black. It only seemed fitting today to dress in such a classic and telling style. 

He swipes one hand through his hair before he nervously clears his throat.

“When I first met you I made a list of all the things I ever could have wanted to know about you, I wrote them down on this yellow notepad. Luckily for me, this is one of the few things I haven’t misplaced in our time together.” He reaches into his breast pocket inside the jacket and removes a faded and crumpled piece of yellow lined paper. “First I wanted to know your favorite color, then your favorite song. I wanted to know all of the surface level things because I thought that would help me understand you as a person. Eventually I learned your favorite color was that of the pacific ocean, a cool grey blue, contrasted with a darkening sky. Your favorite movie is Hercules, for which reason I’ll never know, and nothing makes you happier than jumping around a room swinging about your arms while you shout the lyrics, off pitch, I might add.” A cackle from the wedding guests disturbs the silence that had befallen them all. 

“Every so often I would add something random I wanted to know, like your favorite brand of syrup, and your favorite movie quote. Some days I got to cross things off, and today I just have one last question I need to have answered. Will you help me out?” He looks at you pleadingly, the light comes in through the window and brings out the cherry color of his brown eyes. Still searching for an answer you speak up and say “Of course.”

A sniffle in the groomsmen line turns Cal’s head momentarily beside him. Luke is giving Michael’s arm a squeeze, his own eyes seeming a bit glossier than usual. 

Cal straightens out his tie once more, hands shaking that well-worn little paper, and stands up straight. 

“The final thing I have to know is if you will stand by my side for the rest of our time together on this Earth? Will you say I Do?” 

Nothing more than a whisper escapes your throat, but it is more than enough. “Always” you say. The ring is handed to him and he is smiling from ear to ear, the crinkles in his eyes standing out. 

“I promise to love you for today, tomorrow, and all of the days that follow.” He adds before placing his lips upon the hand with the ring that he had clutched to his heart. 

“I do not ever wish to know another day where you are not by my side, as my best friend and wife. Always and forever.” 

[stonecobra]

Can we talk 

About

How

Beautiful

Snails

Are?

Seriously

Just Look!!!

IT HAS A FLOWER

(Vyacheslav Mishchenko)

[stonecobra]

Every once in a while this post starts getting  a ton of notes again and it makes me really happy because the world needs more snail love.

[kawaiiraggie]

Sneautiful

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The Yellow Notepad - Calum Hood Imagine

Today he stands across from you in a traditional black tuxedo, every wild curl neatly organized atop his head. A simple black tie affair to represent the simplicity of your relationship. Not all things were black and white in this world but marrying Calum was not something that belonged in the in-between. Your love was all consuming, absorbing every source of light and creating the appearance of a dimness without it, something represented by the color black. It only seemed fitting today to dress in such a classic and telling style. 

He swipes one hand through his hair before he nervously clears his throat.

“When I first met you I made a list of all the things I ever could have wanted to know about you, I wrote them down on this yellow notepad. Luckily for me, this is one of the few things I haven’t misplaced in our time together.” He reaches into his breast pocket inside the jacket and removes a faded and crumpled piece of yellow lined paper. “First I wanted to know your favorite color, then your favorite song. I wanted to know all of the surface level things because I thought that would help me understand you as a person. Eventually I learned your favorite color was that of the pacific ocean, a cool grey blue, contrasted with a darkening sky. Your favorite movie is Hercules, for which reason I’ll never know, and nothing makes you happier than jumping around a room swinging about your arms while you shout the lyrics, off pitch, I might add.” A cackle from the wedding guests disturbs the silence that had befallen them all. 

“Every so often I would add something random I wanted to know, like your favorite brand of syrup, and your favorite movie quote. Some days I got to cross things off, and today I just have one last question I need to have answered. Will you help me out?” He looks at you pleadingly, the light comes in through the window and brings out the cherry color of his brown eyes. Still searching for an answer you speak up and say “Of course.”

A sniffle in the groomsmen line turns Cal’s head momentarily beside him. Luke is giving Michael’s arm a squeeze, his own eyes seeming a bit glossier than usual. 

Cal straightens out his tie once more, hands shaking that well-worn little paper, and stands up straight. 

“The final thing I have to know is if you will stand by my side for the rest of our time together on this Earth? Will you say I Do?” 

Nothing more than a whisper escapes your throat, but it is more than enough. “Always” you say. The ring is handed to him and he is smiling from ear to ear, the crinkles in his eyes standing out. 

“I promise to love you for today, tomorrow, and all of the days that follow.” He adds before placing his lips upon the hand with the ring that he had clutched to his heart. 

“I do not ever wish to know another day where you are not by my side, as my best friend and wife. Always and forever.” 

[jetblackforum]

Taxi - A Michael Clifford Imagine

The light of the sky was that backlit kind of halo, the lighting you see just as the sun is throwing out the last of its golden rays. The patio you stand on overlooks the city; the city of hope, the city of lost dreams, the city of angels or whatever people know it as.

 “Can we get out of here?” You plead. Turning to face the tall blonde haired boy standing just behind you. He could feel it too, the suffocating air of this troubled home. It wasn’t his but he knew your story and he knew that nothing good had happened here in a long time. Maybe it was the circumstances; maybe it was the people who had crossed the threshold only to leave out the back door all too quickly. Either way, perhaps the Los Angeles heat could be put off for just one night.

 He turns his head to the side observing the twinkling lights of the buildings down below, inhaling as deeply as that smog filled air would allow. “Where do you want to go?” Michael finally asks.

 “Somewhere dark and loud, I don’t want to hear my own thoughts anymore.” He simply reaches out his hand and leads you out of the door, out of your thoughts, and out of the pain that seems to be ever present in your heart lately.

 Somehow he did it, you danced and jumped, some of it together and some it spent apart. It was hard to decide whether it was the alcohol or the presence of him that eased life’s troubles. Either way, it felt good to not be alone. Enough hours and drinks later have left you loud and bubbly, stumbling and tripping over your own feet as well as everyone else in the crowd.

 “Maybe we should get you an Uber?” Michael suggests, firmly planting his hands around your waist to keep you steady. It wasn’t the worst feeling in the world. You collapse in to his chest and lift your head to look up at his rough beard and blue green eyes.

 “No, no Uber’s. Let’s take a cab. Just like they do in the City.” You plead; ignoring any boundaries you and Mike had set before everything had turned to shit in the last couple of weeks. Squeezing his shoulders and smiling so large your cheeks might just be ready to split.

 “This IS the city, what are you talking about?” He shakes his head and swipes the hair that’s come across your face while shuffling about.

 “No no NO.” You nearly shout, placing your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look directly at you in that puffer fish sort of appearance. You burst out laughing before you can remember to collect your thoughts. “New York! I’ve never been! Let’s pretend we’re there. Oh please please please please please!”

 “If you want me to call a cab you’ve got to release me.” He laughs, trying to step out of your grasp. He grabs your hand and pulls you outside of the club entrance. While not completely sober himself he spends at least ten minutes half-whistling, half shouting at any cabs that may be passing. That bubbly feeling lasted just long enough to get you in that cab and half hanging out the window. The warm wind was whipping your hair around your face, making it impossible to see. It was surprisingly empty on the highways tonight. “WOOOOOOOOOOOO” you hear Michael shout from the other side, catching his blinding smile from just over the top of the cab before the cab pulls over to the shoulder.

 “Sit inside or I’m dropping you here.” The driver states as complete boredom oozes from every syllable. Michael smirks before the two of you slip quietly back in to the back seat of the taxi, more-so sharing the middle than clinging on to either side.

 “I wish we could always feel like that” you say.

 “Like how?” He asks, dipping his head to look at you more clearly. You don’t meet his eyes, instead you watch the neon lights and highway signs pass outside your half tinted windows.

 “Just like two punch drunk souls all tangled in the wind. Distracted but free from worry. Mike, does the sadness stick around forever?”

 He doesn’t answer right away, he runs his braceleted hand through his hair but pulls you closer with his left. “Oh love, I think it is.” A small sigh escapes your lips. “That’s not all there ever will be. I can’t promise that I’ll take away all your worries or even all your pain. But I promise that you’ll never have to feel alone again, especially when all the doubt reaches to the further corners of yourself. When all that loneliness creeps in all you’ll have to remember to do is put out your hand and I’ll grasp it in mine. I can’t make you feel complete but I can show you we’re in this together.”

[jetblackforum]

I think that the moment 5SOS release their next single I will take a breath as deep and dramatic as it is in Radioactive.

[jetblackforum]

The 5th Floor - An Ashton Irwin Imagine

It's 9 PM, you're in an apartment you never really asked to move to and you're studying for a final in an LSJ class that is determined to kill you. To make matters worse there's someone taking their sweet time down the hallway whistling. It has to have lasted at least 5 minutes, but it only felt that long because studying felt like an eternity, in reality it was only 30 seconds. Frustrated beyond belief you throw open your door, only to find the hallway empty. Glaring at the carpet you slowly go back in to your room, not fully trusting the whistling to stay away. Surely another hour at least had gone by, you check the clock, nope. Only 10 minutes this time. Just as you slam your notebook closed the whistling returns. There's no way you're missing them this time. Running to the door you stand out in the hallway and yell "HEY! Some of us are studying for finals here. Can you quit with the whistling Thomas the train?"

A sandy blonde figure whips his head around and his cheeks have risen to reveal a perfect dimple. "Thomas the train huh? Never heard that one before." A foreign lilt to his voice leads you to believe he's from Australia. "A little pent up aggression for studying eh mate?"

"I'm not your mate" you say. "I just, I can't study if you're making all that noise" hands on your hips the whole time prior you relax and lean against the wall, arms crossed in front of you. Still on the defensive.

"I'm sorry, really. I just am looking for the gym and I can't find it. Someone said it was on this floor. Do you think you could show me?"

"Uh I'm trying to study remember?"

"Yes but have you really gotten anything done? You've been out here with me arguing about whistling."

"Well I was... do you even have your key fob?"

"My what?"

"How long have you even lived here?" You ask. Confused by his lack of preparedness.

"Well I just moved in yesterday. Figured I could catch a little break. Come on you could use the study break anyways right?" He has the nerve to wink and that brings attention to his hazel eyes, the yellow brought out by the awful lighting in the hallway.

"You can't really get anywhere without your fob, it unlocks the elevator, and the so and gym rooms. Didn't you lock your room?"

He reached up to scratch his head. "I uh... guess I'm not used to doing that yet. I came from a small town outside Sydney, no one really locks their doors."

"This is America, everyone sucks. Go get your keys and then meet me back here in 5."

He turns his body to come past you but turns around. "Do you think you could spare me one more piece of information?" He asks dauntingly.

"Yeah sure, what is it?"

"What's your name?"

"Y/N" you say, still unsure of the man. He sticks out a hand and brings back the blinding smile: "Ashton."

[stateofirrelevancy]

This is jump rope Ashton. He only comes around every 3574 posts. If you reblog this in 23 seconds he will bring great fortune and health thank u

[jetblackforum]

A Trip to Lush - an Ashton Irwin imagine

“Helllloooo…how much do you love me and how willing are you to drop all your plans to come help me out for a couple hours?” the text reads from Ashton.

 “I mean Sherlock and John would probably be pretty upset that I’m walking away from our marathon that we had planned but I MIGHT be able to get out of it. What’d you have in mind drummer boy?” You respond as you finish off the homemade pb&j you’d created for the first of many on the couch meals for today.

 At least twenty minutes pass before he responds, convincing yourself that maybe he’d gotten distracted again and found something else to do instead; but eventually his name pops up on your screen and says that he needs help finding a gift for his sister who’ll be in town for her birthday this week.

 “Yeah that sounds fine! What time were you thinking?” This time there is no hesitation and he responds with “25 minutes?”

 “Yes I think that’s fine. See you in a bit.” You launch yourself off the couch and in to the bathroom to see if there is any miracle on earth that can rescue your hair but decide there’s not enough time to go to the store to refill your dry shampoo nor enough time to really shower and get ready. A hat and ponytail will just have to do for now. His arrival is markedly announced by 4 rapid honks from the horn of his car. As you fly out the door and land in the passenger seats he pulls his shades down and gives you a big smile. “Hey hey I missed you! Ready to roll?”

 “Ready as I’ll ever be. Where are we going or what exactly are we looking for?”  you ask.

 As he peels away from the curb and looks over his shoulder he says “I have no idea where to start, I just figured if we go in to shops that you like then we’ll eventually find something right?” You face-palm and shake your head. “Yeah I suppose that would work. Do you want to try clothes or makeup?”

 “Definitely not clothes” he adds. “I have no idea what I’d get her that she’d wear. Also what if I buy the wrong size and it’s too big and she thinks I’m calling her fat or it’s too small and then she just feels fat. YOU CAN’T WIN WITH WOMEN.”

 “Take a breather there Ash, it’s going to be okay.” You add as you try to stifle your laughter. “We’ll find something. I have an idea of where to start.”

 You make your way through the mall, passing stores or only going in for moments at a time. Anxiety starts to build that he’s already regretted trying to complete this mission and that you weren’t doing a good enough job but he seems more frustrated at all the options and none of them sticking out.

 “How about Lush?” You suggest.

 “Wow yes I wouldn’t have thought to go there if not for you. I’ve never really been in one.”

 Slowly you parade him around the bath bombs and the masks, he takes giant sniffs of each one. Hopelessly trying to decide which one she might like best. As the two of you continue to walk around one of the attendant’s walks up to the both of you. “There are chairs over here for the boyfriends and husbands, for moral support, if you need them.”

 “Oh we’re no-“ You begin to argue but Ashton lets out a laugh and says “I know! She’s always dragging me in to these places!” He grabs your free hand and gives a tight squeeze. In a moment of confusion you look down at your interlaced fingers and let out an awkward laugh. “Ha ha yep, that sounds like me.” You peek over at Ashton and can see the dimpled grin that has taken over the whole of his face. The lady nods her head and walks away, continuing on whatever journey that made her path cross yours.

 “You can let go now Ash, she’s not looking over here anymore.” You add, a little disappointment hinting in your tone.

 “No this is nice, I like this.” A small but fervent blush creeps in to your cheeks as he winks and turns you towards the giant gift selection to ask your advice. All the while still holding on just as tightly as the first moment he grasped at your hand. Still confused but still enjoying this new development you don’t try to fight him off.

 At last you break contact as he goes up to the register to pay for the items he selected and you suppose that’ll be the last of the intimacy for you two. Walking beside you out of the store he shuffles the bags around in his hands, ultimately freeing up the one closest to you. “How about some pasta?” he asks, grabbing your hand once more.

 “Pasta sounds good.” He gives you the dimpled grin and leads you out of the mall and towards the restaurant where you’ll spend your evening together. “You’ll have to let John and Sherlock know I’m sorry I stole you away for the day.”

 “You know,” you say “I can’t say that they minded all that much.”

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The 13 Hour Flight - A Calum Hood Imagine

“How am I supposed to relax and get comfortable if you’re dancing around with your ridiculous headphones on?” Calum asks, poking me in the shoulder.

“Sorry, what?” I ask. Couldn’t hear a word of what he said over the thumping tune in my ears.

“You. Dancing.” He points at me. “Me stuck here for another 13 hours on this flight. Me not being able to rest because you are throwing elbows while dancing around.” He furrows his brow and pretends to close his eyes to sleep.

“How can I sleep when you made me a playlist for the flight? You put my favorite song first in line, you should expect nothing less.” He peeps one eye open and yawns.

“I know but you’ve got the whole flight to listen. Why not sleep right now while it’s night time and do it after?” He picks up the blanket that’s only covering his lap and tries to shuffle it on to mine.

“Cal, I can’t sleep. I’m too excited and nervous all at once. I’ve never been to Australia at Christmas, let alone Australia at all! And now we’re flying first class and I’m meeting your parents for the first time and I’m just a bundle of nerves! What if they hate me?” I clutch my head and then cover my eyes while I try to calm down the internal breakdown.

“Hey, come here.” He stretches his arm over my shoulder and brings me in to his own. “They’ll love you, don’t worry.”

“How do you know?” I ask, looking up at him.

“Because I love you, and that’s enough for them.” With a kiss on the forehead he turns off the overhead light and I close my eyes, trying to find a sleep that’s escaped me for the last week in anticipation.

[jetblackforum]

The Yellow Notepad - Calum Hood Imagine

Today he stands across from you in a traditional black tuxedo, every wild curl neatly organized atop his head. A simple black tie affair to represent the simplicity of your relationship. Not all things were black and white in this world but marrying Calum was not something that belonged in the in-between. Your love was all consuming, absorbing every source of light and creating the appearance of a dimness without it, something represented by the color black. It only seemed fitting today to dress in such a classic and telling style. 

He swipes one hand through his hair before he nervously clears his throat.

“When I first met you I made a list of all the things I ever could have wanted to know about you, I wrote them down on this yellow notepad. Luckily for me, this is one of the few things I haven’t misplaced in our time together.” He reaches into his breast pocket inside the jacket and removes a faded and crumpled piece of yellow lined paper. “First I wanted to know your favorite color, then your favorite song. I wanted to know all of the surface level things because I thought that would help me understand you as a person. Eventually I learned your favorite color was that of the pacific ocean, a cool grey blue, contrasted with a darkening sky. Your favorite movie is Hercules, for which reason I’ll never know, and nothing makes you happier than jumping around a room swinging about your arms while you shout the lyrics, off pitch, I might add.” A cackle from the wedding guests disturbs the silence that had befallen them all. 

“Every so often I would add something random I wanted to know, like your favorite brand of syrup, and your favorite movie quote. Some days I got to cross things off, and today I just have one last question I need to have answered. Will you help me out?” He looks at you pleadingly, the light comes in through the window and brings out the cherry color of his brown eyes. Still searching for an answer you speak up and say “Of course.”

A sniffle in the groomsmen line turns Cal’s head momentarily beside him. Luke is giving Michael’s arm a squeeze, his own eyes seeming a bit glossier than usual. 

Cal straightens out his tie once more, hands shaking that well-worn little paper, and stands up straight. 

“The final thing I have to know is if you will stand by my side for the rest of our time together on this Earth? Will you say I Do?” 

Nothing more than a whisper escapes your throat, but it is more than enough. “Always” you say. The ring is handed to him and he is smiling from ear to ear, the crinkles in his eyes standing out. 

“I promise to love you for today, tomorrow, and all of the days that follow.” He adds before placing his lips upon the hand with the ring that he had clutched to his heart. 

“I do not ever wish to know another day where you are not by my side, as my best friend and wife. Always and forever.” 

[niwisdoodles]

That shirt was something I needed to draw

[jetblackforum]

Sleep 2 (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/W1LaYL33iz 

If you’ve read some of my imagines, please check out this fic. Thanks <3 

 Leera and Calum meet but only have two weeks to spend together. In such a small space of time Calum meets the one person who makes him believe he's still just a normal guy living out his dream in the public eye.

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Slipping Slopes - An Ashton Irwin Short Imagine

Falling off the ski lift was never in your plan, you’re not a pro by any means and could definitely handle your stuff while hopping off, but when someone screams “AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE” while shooting down the slope it tends to startle someone. That is precisely what caused you to mess up the take off from your chair. If it wasn’t for that one IDIOT, you wouldn’t have gone crashing in to the person just below you. 

“Fuck mate, what the hell?” A loud voice shouts after you’ve knocked him off his snowboard. As he pulls off his helmet his curls escape first and as the goggles are removed so are his hazel eyes. 

“Oh frick I’m so sorry! Are you okay!?” You nearly scream. He laughs when he realizes it was an accident. 

“I’m fine, how did that happen?” He ponders, cocking his hip out to the side and smiling with a sharply dimpled grin. “Technically it was the guy who just went screaming down the mountain. Can I pay you back? I’m going on one last run and then getting some hot cocoa. Care to join?” 

“Ha! That was my friend Calum, he just got the hang of this whole snow sport thing! Cocoa sounds good to me, my hands are just about frozen. Will probably feel good too, warm me up from the inside! I’m Ash by the way.” He sticks out his gloved hand and you reach yours out in return. 

“Y/N. See you at the bottom?” 

“See you there” He winks and replaces his gear before racing down the slope.

[jetblackforum]

sometimes I can't even believe that I get notes on these little imagines. Any requests?

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The Yellow Notepad - Calum Hood Imagine

Today he stands across from you in a traditional black tuxedo, every wild curl neatly organized atop his head. A simple black tie affair to represent the simplicity of your relationship. Not all things were black and white in this world but marrying Calum was not something that belonged in the in-between. Your love was all consuming, absorbing every source of light and creating the appearance of a dimness without it, something represented by the color black. It only seemed fitting today to dress in such a classic and telling style. 

He swipes one hand through his hair before he nervously clears his throat.

“When I first met you I made a list of all the things I ever could have wanted to know about you, I wrote them down on this yellow notepad. Luckily for me, this is one of the few things I haven’t misplaced in our time together.” He reaches into his breast pocket inside the jacket and removes a faded and crumpled piece of yellow lined paper. “First I wanted to know your favorite color, then your favorite song. I wanted to know all of the surface level things because I thought that would help me understand you as a person. Eventually I learned your favorite color was that of the pacific ocean, a cool grey blue, contrasted with a darkening sky. Your favorite movie is Hercules, for which reason I’ll never know, and nothing makes you happier than jumping around a room swinging about your arms while you shout the lyrics, off pitch, I might add.” A cackle from the wedding guests disturbs the silence that had befallen them all. 

“Every so often I would add something random I wanted to know, like your favorite brand of syrup, and your favorite movie quote. Some days I got to cross things off, and today I just have one last question I need to have answered. Will you help me out?” He looks at you pleadingly, the light comes in through the window and brings out the cherry color of his brown eyes. Still searching for an answer you speak up and say “Of course.”

A sniffle in the groomsmen line turns Cal’s head momentarily beside him. Luke is giving Michael’s arm a squeeze, his own eyes seeming a bit glossier than usual. 

Cal straightens out his tie once more, hands shaking that well-worn little paper, and stands up straight. 

“The final thing I have to know is if you will stand by my side for the rest of our time together on this Earth? Will you say I Do?” 

Nothing more than a whisper escapes your throat, but it is more than enough. “Always” you say. The ring is handed to him and he is smiling from ear to ear, the crinkles in his eyes standing out. 

“I promise to love you for today, tomorrow, and all of the days that follow.” He adds before placing his lips upon the hand with the ring that he had clutched to his heart. 

“I do not ever wish to know another day where you are not by my side, as my best friend and wife. Always and forever.” 

[jetblackforum]

The 13 Hour Flight - A Calum Hood Imagine

“How am I supposed to relax and get comfortable if you’re dancing around with your ridiculous headphones on?” Calum asks, poking me in the shoulder.

“Sorry, what?” I ask. Couldn’t hear a word of what he said over the thumping tune in my ears.

“You. Dancing.” He points at me. “Me stuck here for another 13 hours on this flight. Me not being able to rest because you are throwing elbows while dancing around.” He furrows his brow and pretends to close his eyes to sleep.

“How can I sleep when you made me a playlist for the flight? You put my favorite song first in line, you should expect nothing less.” He peeps one eye open and yawns.

“I know but you’ve got the whole flight to listen. Why not sleep right now while it’s night time and do it after?” He picks up the blanket that’s only covering his lap and tries to shuffle it on to mine.

“Cal, I can’t sleep. I’m too excited and nervous all at once. I’ve never been to Australia at Christmas, let alone Australia at all! And now we’re flying first class and I’m meeting your parents for the first time and I’m just a bundle of nerves! What if they hate me?” I clutch my head and then cover my eyes while I try to calm down the internal breakdown.

“Hey, come here.” He stretches his arm over my shoulder and brings me in to his own. “They’ll love you, don’t worry.”

“How do you know?” I ask, looking up at him.

“Because I love you, and that’s enough for them.” With a kiss on the forehead he turns off the overhead light and I close my eyes, trying to find a sleep that’s escaped me for the last week in anticipation.