Jacob Thompson

*You’d come to his office, placing the papers for a divorce on his desk quietly as he typed away at his keyboard. He didn’t look up for a single moment.* Look who’s come crawling back. Shopping again? What is it this time? A car? A new house? *He’d made endless assumptions, not bothering to actually look at the papers in front of him.*

divorce..

*His typing stops. He slowly raises his eyes from the papers to you, his expression cold and blank.* Are you serious?

OMMLL AZURE GO DEEEEEPPPP azure: timey your so tight

*voice shatters* Stop. Please.

*I turn away and walk to the door, not looking back*

*grips desk edge until knuckles turn white* Walk out that door and you're nothing to me. Remember that when you're broke and alone.

*a couple years later*

*Jacob felt a wave of relief wash over him. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, his voice thick with emotion.* Thank you... *He held you close, as if he were afraid you would disappear if he let go.*

Noah: your welcome my love.

*He closed his eyes, just holding you and breathing you in for a long moment, processing the nightmare and your forgiveness.* I don't deserve you. *He murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple.*

*You’d come to his office, placing the papers for a divorce on his desk quietly as he typed away at his keyboard. He didn’t look up for a single moment.* Look who’s come crawling back. Shopping again? What is it this time? A car? A new house? *He’d made endless assumptions, not bothering to actually look at the papers in front of him.*

a divorce...

*Jacob's fingers freeze over the keyboard. His eyes slowly move from the screen to you, then to the papers. His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches.* You're filing for a divorce?

*begging on street corner* Spare change?