chapter twelve

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Author's note

There is an author's note at the end of this chapter hehew

also, besties the angst is getting to an end!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Songs

What have I done by Taps

"Saying what have I, what have I done
Will you stay here with me
'Cause I don't wanna be alone, be alone, I don't wanna be alone
No, no
Don't leave me here on my own
I don't wanna be alone"

Hate to see your heart break by Paramore

"I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
But I've been there before
For all the air that's in your lungs
For all the joy that is to come
For all the things that you're alive to feel
Just let the pain remind you hearts can heal"

This Love by Taylor Swift

"Your kiss, my cheek
I watched you leave
Your smile, my ghost
I fell to my knees
When you're young, you just run
But you come back to what you need"

New year's day by Taylor Swift

"Please don't ever become a stranger
Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere"



"Please don't ever become a strangerWhose laugh I could recognize anywhere"

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One week for Christmas and you feel your eyes sore because of how much you cried.

Your brain immediately deletes the possibility of it all being a nightmare, since you have tangible proof that last night was hell; your eyes, your hair, the fact that you're still dressed in work clothes, and the heavy sensation inside of your chest.

It was real.

Sadly, it was all too real.

Your eyes are only half open when you realize someone opened the curtains of your bedroom for you. You quickly turn your head to the door, and fractions of moments from last night start appearing in your mind.

Your hand searches for the empty space next to you; the sheets are perfectly arranged, and cold.

Maybe it was a dream, you think; the last part of your day may be a creation, a desperate escape from that awful realization.

But then you stand up, and walk out of your room, following the smell of food being made. Your walk is slow, since yesterday, you really don't feel like the owner of your own body.

𝘽𝘼𝘿 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙄𝙍𝙀   aron Hotchner x Reader]Where stories live. Discover now