I really like this one, thank you for you submission! This is a bit angsty seeing as itās 76 and nothing good ever happens to him. Also, Iām back from hiatus. I know itās weird and sudden with my account being so new, but i had to sort some things out. I missed writing so Iām back! Hope you enjoy this new request. Iāll be on a writing binge after this.
The pleasant buzz of chatter spread around the small coffee shop.
Your hands occupied with the task of absorbing the comforting warmth of a latte you were holding up to your face. Letting a controlled stream of cool air blow through the small slit of the caffeinated beverage, you take a sip.
āSooo, any new updates on your dream guy?ā
Your best friends words dragged out with childlike excitement. The small smile on your lips faltered as you took another swig.
Looking out through the window you were seated next to on your left, you thought back to the countless encounters to had with yourĀ ādream guyā.
A young man stood with hair as golden and soft as gentle sunlight peaking through a morning window. A strong and chiseled face that held a heroic expression. With every second that passed, the image began to morph. His bright hair, quickly being replace with a crisp white. His jaw sharp as always, yet tattooed with a litter of scars that varied from a bright red to a striking silver. The only thing that remained the same was the look of valiance.
A sigh escaped from your nose, and you forced out the manufactured smile that you gave everyone that asked the same question.
āOther than the occasional scratchā¦ nothing. He lives a quite a boring life so donāt get your hopes up.ā
You couldnāt help the slight bitter-sweet tone of your voice as you lied through your teeth. Her eyes dropped a bit in disappointment, but quickly bounced back to bring up the topic of her own, you were sure, wonderful soulmate. The awful feeling of envy came back as you stared at the way her face lit up as she talked about something as benign as carpal tunnel with a dazed look in her eye. All because of her soulmate.
Your eyes drifted down to your cooling coffee and you frowned a bit. You wished it couldāve been the same for you. You wanted a simple life where you could go to bed and dream of an amusing predicament that your soulmate got themselves into. Instead you faced nightly torment.
Wisps of steam danced out of the lid of your drink that captured you in a heavy trance.
The smell of burning gunpowder filled the air. You could taste the saltiness of sweat as it grazed lips. Your heart beating a mile a minute, putting you in a panicked state of confusion. Worry was weighing you down as you looked around for anyone- no not anyone āĀ him.Ā Jack.
Just as if your mind summoned him on will, there he was. Out on the battlefield in a fight to survive. It was captivating, in some sort of fucked up way. Almost as if he were dancing. But you couldnāt enjoy it, you knew what was coming soon. Flashes of bright orange busted through the clouds of ash and dirt. You had no other option than to watch this scene unravel. You can believe yourself when you say that youāve tried on countless occasions to scream out andĀ warn him of oncoming danger.
But it never came.
Time slowed as a cruel and sadistic way of prolonging the inevitable. As Jack was busy fending off a guy who picked up a nailed plank off of the ground, there was another man behind him that went undetected. Your throat tightened with a bruising pain as you saw the blade he was holding in his hand disappear into the side of your devoted. Your Jack. He let out wail that made your skin crawl and struck a cord in your heart.
āY/N?ā
Your eyes snapped back into focus. His scream of anguish faded out and retreated back to the depths of your mind as the upbeat tunes of smooth jazz flooded you once more. Your focus went back to the face of your friend and you felt guilty after seeing her so concerned.
āSorry- Iā¦ā
Searching for a reasonable excuse you cleared your throat and let out a breath you didnāt know you were holding in.
āI have a lot of work I need to catch up on, sorry I brought the mood down.ā, you let out a forced chuckle, āStress is all.ā
You looked back at her to see she clearly wasnāt buying it, but decided it was best to save that conversation for another time. Standing up, you give her one of your bestĀ āSorry I had to blast, meet up another time?ā smiles as you collected your things. On your way out you found yourself lost in thought once again. The coffee in your hand too cold to comfort you now.
*****
The ache in his muscles got worse with age. Another day had gone by as he sat himself down on his pitiful mattress with a grunt. Not a day went by that he wasnāt struck guilt. Guilt for putting someone that he barely knew, yet cared for deeply, through his hell of a life.
āY/N.ā
Your name fell from the battle torn soldiers lips like silk.
For the longest time he had tried to repress these emotions thinking that theyād slow him down. Unbeknownst to him, you were actually what he was fighting for. It took him years to figure that out and yet he felt unworthy;Ā undeserving. While he went to bed knowing heād see your beautiful face and the normal dream of you stubbing your toe on the edge of your coffee table, he also went to bed knowing that youād be reliving his close calls with death in excruciating detail.
It was unfair. Fate had some sick twisted jokes, he thought. He just wanted to be able to hold you tightly against his chest and wipe away the sweat and tears that woke you up in the middle of the night. The tears that he caused.Ā
He brushed away that last thought because if he didnāt heād never forgive himself. He wanted- no, heĀ cravedĀ the warmth from your body to comfort him. If getting stabbed a few more times meant that heād be taking steps towards you, then heād gladly take it.
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Sorry if this is shit and has some mistakes, but what can you do ay. Itās also like 3-4 in the morning and I had a sudden boost to start writing. I have other drafts to finish, but I hope you liked this one. Iāll try writing some more fluffy stuff, but man do I love writing some angst. Feel free to spam my inbox, I donāt bite š
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