#fireisinmysoulx

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fireisinmysoulx replied to your photoset “you can touch me with slow hands…”

I love your hair!!!

thank you! i personally hate it because i got bullied because of it, but thank you all the same!

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@fireisinmysoulx

“What are you even doing here? I thought I told you not to come by my office again.”

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Angel sighed when he heard a knock on the door, a little too busy to stop and chat if it wasn’t important. He stashed away the knife he’d been sharpening and got up to answer it. Jeans sat low on his hips, the shirtless man pulled the door open. “Hey?”

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fireisinmysoulx replied to your post:WHO THE HECK IS MASON ??? LEE’S HUBBY ? 

Her ex-husband and her daughters father~

ty love, what happened before he  was dead? i caught their arguing ? 

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Mason was sat on the bench, his gaze focused on the fountain as he continued to draw lines in his sketch book, trying to get the drawing it finished without a single flaw as quickly as he could. It was a way for him to relax, something which actually helped him to calm down whenever he was angry or pissed off, and of course his neighbor couldn’t have been more annoying that morning. It’s then that someone decided to stand in front of him for whatever reason, his brows furrowing as he looked up at the girl and he doesn’t stop himself from speaking out the first words crossing his mind. “‘scuse me you’re blocking the fucking view.”

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@fireisinmysoulx

It’d been a long time since he’d last seen her. Over a whole year to be exact and he wasn’t entirely sure how she’d react to seeing him now that he was back in town. Reasons why he’d left, where the same as the ones he had to come back. The fear of remembering, the fear of falling and not being able to go back. The fear of fucking things up, so he doesn’t let that get to him, and instead he just runs, even if he isn’t sure if he should or not.

He’s sitting there on that exact same bench where they had met. The exact same bench where he had been rude to hair and almost lead her to the wrong side of campus, he finds it rather funny how things have changed. Everything was different, not in a good way entirely, and he wasn’t entirely sure if they could even get worse or not.

He’s confused with himself, he doesn’t know if it’s the right decision. He doesn’t understand what he’s doing by sitting there and waiting to spot her, he just feels the need to see her again, the need to possibly talk to her and maybe apologize for leaving in one way or another. He’d left early, cut her off the moment he knew he’d reached his limit, only to decide that she deserved better. That she deserved someone who wouldn’t chicken out, and run away due to being afraid.

That’s when she sees her, long brown her cascading down her shoulders as she walks. He feels his heart stop, and he isn’t sure of what to do. He’s just gazing at her, lips parting as he admired her from afar. Weston knew that she was the only one to be familiar with his first name, and he wonders if she has forgotten about it, about him, about them and what they once were.

Truthfully he wouldn’t be surprised if she were to have found someone else already. He’d respect her relationship, after all he’d been the idiot to ruin theirs, now all he wants is to make peace, to see her again, to hear her voice again, so he gets up and begins to follow her.

It doesn’t take him long to have caught up with her, and he finds himself grabbing her by her arm gently, coming to a stop and he hopes she does too. Weston cleared his throat, thinking of something to say, but suddenly he wasn’t able to form any words. “I- uhm..” He paused, tongue tracing his bottom lip as he tried to figure out what to say. “I uh .. kind of moved back into my old dorm.” He finally said. “And I like uh- Saw you and just.. Wanted to say hi.”