My First Y/n X S/o Story Cuz I Forgot Isa And Jake
my first y/n x s/o story cuz i forgot isa and Jake
[4:42 PM]
stars glimmered like ice in a sea of darkness, flickering silver and gold as a comet shot across the sky, illuminating the sky for a moment. the streets were filled with empty cars and parking lots, the last bus departing to brooklyn.
all the pay phones were empty, save the one you were leaning on inside. one by one, all the lights switched off, except the one right above you.
it took you a few seconds to realize you were the only one outside. even pigeons, who flew by or stuck around on power lines, didn’t even come tonight. you rummage in your pocket, looking for any spare coins you still had left.
lucky for you, fifty cents was all you needed. you insert the coins into the machine, pressing several buttons till you pressed a red button. it rung for a few seconds until…
“hello?” you hear a voice on the other side, “who is this?”
“it’s me.”
there was a long pause, and you feel like you’ve made a mistake. you didn’t even think he would answer, but you were glad he did. you heard light breathing and you were sure he was in bed, under the covers.
“why are you calling me?”
“i just wanted to know if you’re doing fine.” you respond, “it’s been quite a while since we’ve talked.”
silence. if you dropped a pin outside, you could hear it from the pay phone.
“i hope you’ve made it to harvard, i know you’ve been working so hard to study there. harvard really is a great place.”
“yeah, i did. i have to go now.”
“wait, please!” you choked back on your sobs, “just..hear me out! please!”
“y/n, you’ve crumbled what was left of our relationship. i know you want to mend this relationship, but you can’t. it may have been possible a few months ago, but not now.”
“please, give me a chance.” you whispered, tears cascading down your rosy cheekbones. “i promise you, we can do whatever you want. whatever you need to fix this, i’ll do it. just please come back.”
“i’m so sorry, y/n, but i can’t, not like this. we can still be friends, but we can’t have the same relationship as before. goodbye.”
“no.” you choked. this couldn’t be the end. it can’t be the end. you felt shock and chill in your bones as goosebumps appeared on your skin and hot tears flooding down your bloodshot eyes. your body was shaking as you felt your limbs growing weak.
you couldn’t accept that he was gone. that he was never coming back. you missed his hazel brown eyes and his honey skin and the way he’d call for you at 4 AM. because he was like that. because you broke something that can’t be fixed. your eyes are droopy and you can’t take it anymore.
you end up falling asleep in the pay phone, your hair all over your face. before you know it, the sun rises across the horizon, painting the sky a lovely golden hue, like a renaissance painting.
you hear a quiet ding from your phone. you thought s/o would have deleted your number, so you ended up deleting his two days ago. you never expected he’d reply.
but it wasn’t the reply you wanted. you were his past to a brighter future. you’re stuck living in your past while s/o makes his own future. he thinks of you, and wished you the best of luck.
this is s/o, i just want you to know that i’m deleting your number. i know it’s sudden, but until we can be friends, i’d rather restart as strangers than try to fix something that’s already broken.
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babies whose families have been killed will never get to know their own name.
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may those martyred rest in peace and be reunited again with their loved ones in heaven's eternal vastness.
DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE.
glory to Palestinian resistance. from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.
Jake: What is the definition of love?
Isa: Love is a good deal. Bargain shopping for ice cream.
Jake:
Isa: Or escaping from communist China. Either way works fine.
Jake: The first time I ever got upset in front of Isa, she put her arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask her if she was hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.
Isa: I was doing both, for your information.
Kai: The first time Isa hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.
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Jake: A recent scientific study showed that out of 2,293,618,327 people, 94 percent are too lazy to actually read that number.
Jake: Let me tell you something right now. Whenever I make a mistake, Isa yells at me and I end up apologizing. But when she makes a mistake, I yell and she cries and then I apologize.
Isa: Life is a soup and I’m a freaking fork.
i just realized im spilling my own incorrect quotes on here...
constellations of stars, murals on city walls
i don’t see nobody but you
you’re my vice, you’re my muse
you’re the nineteenth floor view
i don’t see nobody but you
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