#jasper chapman

[walker-morgan]

@bocafoifeitapracomer​

Dude, sou só eu ou as pessoas estão particularmente estúpidas hoje? Geralmente eu sou um cara paciente, mas no momento eu mal consigo olhar pra cara de algum cliente sem ser tomado por algum instinto assassino. Isso acontece com você também?

[ofdarkholmes-blog]

* closed starter for / @ofchapmans​ !

hope at a time such as THIS hurt. this, romy knew - and she knew it fairly well. it been a year of heartbreak and joy, but nothing had hit harder than the death of her boy ; and nothing was more difficult to cope with, than knowing that she couldn’t even grieve properly. she’d never known him, not really, and he had CERTAINLY never known her. he was an unfortunate causality in a family grudge that he wasn’t even aware of, and now, never would be. she’d spent a lot of time crying, of late.

so ; seeing a familiar name... seeking the person who held it OUT - it was a strange sort of dichotomy. if she were wrong, and the jasper chapman she had known was really, truly DEAD, then reopening that wound at a time such as this would be more than she could handle. if hope won out, though... if he was ALIVE - well. a reunion now would be bitter, but but still sweet.

she wanted it to be him. more than she had wanted anything, EVER. at this point in time, romy needed a small fraction of her heart back - and it was jaz who could maybe help her along that path. 

“i’m looking for jasper chapman.” she should have really been looking towards the receptionist, if not just because it was the nice thing to do - but instead, her gaze DANCED around the space, searching the heaps of junk and brokedown cars for a face she feared seeing... and not seeing. “he WORKS here, right?”