Imaginary Friend

Learning a lifestyle of living in a short time after an eternity of seclusion and lonely isolation is not something that can be done quickly.

It takes about a month.

I am no longer a shadow. In body or mind. I know I am a person and a life and my own entity with decisions and wants and needs and desires.

Right now, I want Jacob.

He should be home from work any minute now and I'm about to burst from excitement. He doesn't know what I have planned, and I am glad for that, because lovers shouldn't ever plan their lovemaking. Lovemaking should happen naturally, like two leafs blown together in the wind. Careless and accidental. All it takes is one kiss to deepen or one soft hand to grow bolder in it's explorations. Then, lovemaking happens.

Tonight is not only the night of lovemaking, but it is the first night of lovemaking. Since my birth, my second birth into reality. Jacob and I have only kissed or touched or ended in a heap of sweaty half-fulfilled limbs. True, we got satisfaction out of each other's bodies, but there was the lack of actual connection. There was only so much gratification that could be gained from deep fingers and tongues, leaving behind a sharp razor's edge of need even in the wake of pleasure.

I need to be one with Jacob. I need to feel the heat of his inner muscles wrapped around me. It's such an intense urge that I often find myself weak in the knees from the slightest suggestive something while watching Jacob. Like how he licks coffee off his top lip in the mornings as he's leaving for work. Or how he straightens his tie, only to have it go askew in mere moments. His hair, which he'd unconsciously run his fingers through to keep back would only fall forward into his eyes again.

And this was all before he even left the house. Not to mention the way he looked when he woke up in the mornings, his mouth slightly glossed with spit from his nightly drooling. And his skin all soft looking and covered in light pink creases from the ruffled sheets. His eyes heavy with sleep and his movements slow and lethargic.

Such temptation and sweetness all rolled into one succulent man.

I've been waiting. Waiting has been so difficult. Well, difficult because I've wanted more. But, now tonight, we finally become one again. I want so much to be connected with him, mouth to mouth and hips to hips with all the bits in between. I'm finally ready.

The clock says Jacob is five minutes late. But that's okay. Sometimes he's very late, and he comes in with a weary look on his face and mussed-up hair and stains of a hurried lunch on his shirt. My poor Jacob. On days like those, I know all he wants is to get in comfy clothes and collapse on the couch. Then I'll usually straddle his back and rub him down. I'm not very good at it, because it is a very touch-centric activity and I forget how to work myself sometimes, but I know what Jacob likes, and his enjoyment mostly stems from feeling my hands on him. Kneading away the stress.

Tonight, I hope it is not one of those nights. Not that I wouldn't enjoy just touching him like that, because I would, but I really want him completed. I want him spent and tired and completely at my mercy.

He's done so much for me. All I want is to give it back to him in the only way I know how so far. My opinion of myself has improved somewhat since becoming human, but there's still the lingering feeling of worthlessness. Or maybe that's not the right word. Maybe it's more of a insignificantness. If Jacob wanted to, he could choose someone else, he could leave me. There's nothing to keep us together.

If I wanted to, then I could leave him. But, I would never want to. Ever. He's my everything. The very thought of being without him for more than a few hours makes my lungs threaten to stop. I realize though that that wouldn't actually happen. I would go on living just fine. There would be heartache, but I would live.

It's more of an understanding that I don't want to live without him. I don't want. I want him to be with me always. I want him to want the same thing. My wants matter.

I matter.

Of course, I didn't think that before. I didn't think anything of myself. I was whatever Jacob wanted of me. Now, I am a person.

Jacob, ah Jacob. He has been amazing these past weeks. He's the reason I've learned to be a man. How I learned to eat and sleep and exist. Even how to use the toilet. Which was a very interesting experience.

It had been awkward for Jacob. Not for me because at the time I didn't really have a sense of that emotion. Nothing made me feel like that because I didn't know I should have felt that way. Regardless, the whole event was quite interesting to me.

A lot of Jacob fumbling with his hands and blushing.

I stood at the toilet, in those comfy baggy clothes, hands hanging limply at my sides, and excited and curious all at once to take part in this strange activity. It made sense to me, because having consumed food and liquid, I understood that it needed to exit my body after fulfilling it's purpose inside me.

And it had been several hours since I'd ingested those things, so reason said it would soon be time to get rid of them. But, I didn't understand what that would feel like.

Jacob had gripped my hips and eased my pants down to my thighs, exposing me to open air. It had been cold in the bathroom, but Jacob was warm and comforting against my back. He kept muttering to himself, making little jokes and laughing at how uncomfortable he was. But he guided my hand to myself, and instructed me to grip. I remember doing so and feeling some sort of heated emotion completely different from lust. My cheeks grew hot and I felt as if I were doing something not right. This wasn't sex. But I was gripping my penis with my hands, touching myself, but not sexually. That was new to me.

And because of that, it was odd.

But then Jacob started explaining to me all different sorts of things, trying to explain what I was to feel inside. Like a balloon in my abdomen swishing full of water that I was to release through my penis, or a cup of water or a waterfall splashing over a rock ridge into a pool.

He'd yammered on about those sort of things until I'd felt this pressure not unlike arousal tremble in my nether areas. Then, I'd heard the sound of water and realized that I was making it. It hadn't been that hard. My new body was trying very much to help me out and make my transition easy for me. I appreciated all the assistance I got.

The second type of toilet use was very much the same, though we had to wait longer. And Jacob was much more uncomfortable with that act. But, he stayed and helped me.

That was how I learned to use the toilet.

I won't lie and say I've been perfect since. No, there've been accidents. To be sure, there have been many accidents. Though, nothing too bad. Once I accidentally badly 'messed' myself, but other than that, it'd only been the lesser of the two. Urine. But, I haven't needed to wear diapers. It came close, because I wasn't waking up at night to use the toilet. A few sheets got soaked, and Jacob got freaked out. But, he handled it well, and his gentle guiding faith in me allowed me to get over my newfound sense of shame in making Jacob unhappy, and eventually my body learned how to alert me. I grew to recognize the signs of impending toilet needs and suffered accidents no more.

That was one of the last major hurtles of my learning. Most of the big steps got taken care of in the first couple days, and everything else was just baby steps. But there was another large fact that I had to come to terms with.

The presence of other people. And their realization and acknowledgment of me.

The first time that happened I almost passed out from shock.

Jacob had taken me out of the apartment to go for a drive, to any place I wanted to go. The very idea was so exciting to me that I felt every fiber inside of me zinging with suppressed pleasure. I had let Jacob dress me and get me presentable to go outside, then we'd gone out into the hallway, where I wasn't even nervous because I'd traveled with Jacob all over and been to all the places he'd been.

Then one of Jacob's neighbors, ever so innocently walking down the hall towards us, brushed past me, hitting my shoulder and knocking me off balance.

I hadn't moved out of the man's way because, in my mindset, he shouldn't have hit me, he shouldn't even have seen me. But he'd not been paying attention, sorting his mail or something, and he'd walked right into me as I stepped past.

His body connecting with mine is something I will never forget.

The impact wasn't jarring or anything. My shoulder didn't reverberate with the force of his body. All that happened was I was knocked aside a few paces and in my surprise I glanced back at him. For a moment, nothing happened, but then that man turned to me with wide eyes and an apologetic smile.

“Oops, sorry about that. Guess I wasn't watching where I was going.”

Then he'd turned back to his doorway's direction and continued on his way.

But, he'd talked to me.

His eyes had met mine and he'd smiled, that apology making him look so kindly.

That instant had me electrified.

No other eyes but Jacob's had ever seen into mine. And that had only been a few days before. But, for some reason I can't quite describe, that stranger's gaze locking with my own affected me in a much more intense way than Jacob's ever had.

Which was a little sad, but not too much of a heartbreak. For I had always been Jacob's and had no need nor knowledge for other people. That strange man's notice of me was something that I hadn't taken into account.

Others.

What need had I for others?

But, on the opposite hand, what need had these others of me?

For whatever reason, the final gate in my mind opened with this realization.

Because of others, I was now a real person. My days of thinking in terms of Jacob and his life were rapidly disintegrating. If other people now could see me and interact with me, that meant my actions and thoughts would have effects on them. So, by that logic, I would have to live my new life with the thoughts of people other than Jacob in my mind.

No more one-track thinking.

Jacob was not the only thing in my world anymore.

As these thoughts trickled through my head, all in mere seconds of time, my vision began to grow dark, with that tunnel of light forming and my ears feeling blocked off.

Silence and darkness and the lightness of floating in water all assaulting me at once.

When I came back from that weird state of being, I realized I was laying down on the hallway floor, with Jacob cradling my head in his lap. Just holding me, and watching me mildly. When I glanced up at him, he'd only smiled softly and shook his head.

“Let's not go out today, okay? We can do it another day.”

Jacob had known what had happened. He'd understood. The small cataclysm of activity that had just transpired. Thank god I hadn't needed to explain, because I don't think I could have. There was no way to express it.

So Jacob had taken me back to the apartment, after only a few minutes out in the world as a person, and I'd been relieved.

A week later, we'd tried again, with much greater success.

My first outing of my choice. We went to the Zoo. I'd always enjoyed seeing the animals. It was like television, but with living creatures to watch.

Everything following that was small. Little things to learn and become accustomed to.

Jacob leaving me alone for the first time.

Eating normally, and drinking normally.

Bathing myself.

I even got a hair cut. My long dark shaggy hair trimmed up close to my head, like Jacob's, though mine was slightly wavy once short. Jacob and I looked so alike with my new appearance that someone on the street had mistaken us for brothers.

Though, on closer inspection, we didn't really look alike at all. Our colorings were similar, but Jacob was taller and more solidly built than I was. He also looked happier than me. Try as I might, my face always had a somber expression to it. Jacob had once said that even when I'm smiling, my eyes looked somewhat sad.

I don't disbelieve him, though there is no sadness I feel now. It is my opinion that the sadness stems from my previous life. The second previous life. Not as a phantom, but the time before. When my not-clear memories gave me the impression of great evil. I think the sadness comes from that.

My heart is clear though. And that is all that matters.

The front door rattles with the sound of a key, and I straighten, propping myself up higher on the bed and breathing a little quicker. This is it.

I hold my breath and remain in place as I hear the tell-tale sounds of Jacob unraveling himself from work mode. Coat comes off, tie is loosened, shoes kicked across the hall. A heavy relieved sigh and then a pause.

“Abel?”

I was normally at the door, or nearby, waiting when Jacob came home. But today I am hiding. Not really hiding though, for if he were to venture closer to the bedroom, he'd easily find me. I don't answer him though, because I want him to wonder.

“Hey, Abel? Are you...home?”

He sounds nervous, because I've never not been here before. I don't go out on my own, even though I could. I don't want to. I prefer to share my outings with Jacob. For the link may be gone, but I choose to remain with my Jacob. And he chooses to remain with me.

Remain doesn't sound right. It's love. It is. I love Jacob, and he loves me.

Jacob walks by the doorway, and it's a half-second before he backtracks into view again, his eyes wide and taking in the scene.

“Abel...Uh...What's...?”

I've lit the room with candles, not too many, but more than enough to shed a light rosy glow about the walls. The bed has fresh new sheets, and I cleaned too. No more of Jacob's shoes and clothes on the floor.

Oh, and I'm naked.

I think that's what he's most occupied with at the moment. As he's standing there, mouth agape and staring at me. Slowly, he steps into the room, eyes never leaving my skin, and his knees bump into the bottom of the bed.

“What's, uh...You...clothes?”

I laugh, because Jacob is so cute. “That wasn't even a complete sentence.”

“Yeah, I uh...What?”

Still snickering, I scoot down to frame Jacob's legs with my thighs, parting them to sit in front of Jacob, open and his. His eyes follow my movements hungrily and I see him lick his lips, distracted. By me.

“Jacob, I'm glad you're home.”

“Mmhmmm...”

“Jacob,” I whisper, scooting closer still and spreading my legs more, as far as I can. There's a clear view from Jacob's eyes to my groin, every inch of me exposed. I want it that way. I want him to see my excitement. “Will you touch me?”

Jacob's eyes grow wider and his whole face perks. Blinking and gulping, he gives me a shy smile. Still shy after all we've done to each other. I love that. “Touch you?”

“Yes. Let's make love.”

I don't think Jacob fully realizes what I mean, for he only nods and dips down to press his lips to mine. “Alright.” He murmurs soft onto my mouth, breath making them warm. Then he presses again, kneeling down and straddling one of my thighs and making me bring it in. “Mmmmmmm...” He groans happily, sliding closer and straddling my other thigh once I close my legs.

But his reaction makes me think he doesn't know I mean real lovemaking. Not just halfway this time. We haven't had sex since I became real, and I desperately want Jacob.

Jacob's kiss is still light and I try to deepen it, tilting to head and parting my lips as I search along the seam of his mouth with my tongue. His hands, already draped over my shoulders with one resting against the back of my head and fingers lightly playing with my hair, twitch when I shift so my hips arch up into the juncture of his thighs.

“Ah...Abel...” He gasps softly, finally opening his lips.

I slide my tongue in and stroke along his, petting the inside of his mouth and wiggling my hips side to side, creating a delicious friction between Jacob's work trousers and my hardening erection. I must go slow, building the pressure carefully, or I could be overwhelmed and pushed over the edge too soon.

Jacob grunts into my mouth, his tongue rolling with mine and making our lips slick as we grow careless and impatient. There's a growing bulge in Jacob's pants, and it's beginning to dig into my stomach, especially since he keeps pushing forward with his hips to grind it against me.

Taking my cue, I wrap one arm around his back and use the other to grab at the bed, pulling us up higher towards the headboard. Jacob follows and clings to my shoulders, striving to keep his body pressed to mine as we move. I lay back and he follows that too, laying on top of me and kissing me urgently.

His mouth is hot and sweet, just like I like, with the unique taste of Jacob making my tongue tingle. He tastes like that everywhere. I know.

I've made sure.

When Jacob's hips begin to rock against mine more erratically, I roll us over and pin him to the bed with my body, breaking away from his mouth and nipping down Jacob's jaw to his collarbone. There's no resistance, but I grab his wrists and lift them above his head, pressing them into the mattress and settling myself between his thighs. I pause in my kisses to study his neck.

That broad expanse of skin is a blank canvas and I want nothing more than to paint all over it. Latching onto a small patch of flesh, I kiss and suck a faint hickey into view, and Jacob rumbles beneath me with pleasure, smoothing his palms down my back to spur me on. Soon, there are several good-looking lovebites decorating his flawless neck. But, they aren't enough.

I suck particularly hard over his pulse point, and he suddenly squeals, trying in vain to jerk away even a my grip on his wrists tightens.

“Abel! Ouch, that hurts!”

I know it hurts, I do, but I want him to have the deep maroon mark I know that will be there tomorrow. Pulling away, I can see it already forming and darkening. It's my mark. He'll go to work tomorrow, and everyone will see it. They'll know how he got it too.

In a way, it'll be like I'm there with him at work.

And when he goes to the washroom, and sees himself in the mirror, he'll remember what we've done tonight. He'll have the memory of what I made him feel. What I did to him.

“I'm sorry,” I whisper huskily, lapping at the mark in apology. “-but I want to mark you.”

Jacob's breath hitches and his cheeks bloom pink, his eyes meeting mine bashfully. But all he does is tilt his head to the side. “It's...okay, just...not so hard...”

I really only wanted that one to be so clear, so I don't intend to do it again. But a few more lesser defined ones would be good. Ducking back down, I trace my tongue across his jugular, ignoring the strangled sounding moan from Jacob's throat. He tastes so good. Sweat and skin and heat, all salty and musky on my tongue.

His buttons pop open easily enough, even with my shaking hands doing the unbuttoning, and I part his shirt to expose his smooth chest. His nipples are hard and pebbled, pressing into my palms, as if begging for more of my touch, which I oblige. I kiss down his chest, stroking over his nipples with my thumbs, tweaking gently.

“Oh god...Uhhn...God, feels so...Oh god...”

My tongue licks down his stomach, and goosebumps erupt all over his skin, making me rub my nose against them, just to see them get bigger. The bulge in Jacob's pants is also growing bigger, now almost certainly painful in the confines of those pants. To help out, I undo Jacob's belt and the top button, then slid down the zipper quickly. I don't want to tease much longer. It's growing too hot inside me. A rolling rushing need to claim and take.

“Please, Abel, please...please...”

“Don't worry, my love, I've got you.” I open his pants and pry them down his legs, grabbing hold of the bottom of his boxers along the way and tugging them down too. His cock bounces free, already taking a deep red hue near the head, and I know he's much more excited than I originally thought.

I nuzzle his groin, reaching out to lick at the underside of his length and gently catch the skin between my lips, suckling gently. “Mmmmm, Jacob...You taste so good.”

On his back, Jacob is fitfully writhing back and forth, his breaths quick and shallow. “Ahh...Uhhn, oh god!”

I take him in my mouth, down my throat until my nose is buried in the hair at the base, and I suck, using my tongue as best I can to stroke him like he likes. His cries only make me hotter and I pull back, leaving his cock coated in my saliva and shining prettily.

There's a bottle of lube under the pillow by Jacob's head, used for play, and I lean up over Jacob to grab it, kissing him as I do. His reply kiss is weak and trembling, his mouth needy against mine, but obviously distracted. Pulling away with the bottle in hand, I see his eyes glazed and full of lust.

My fingers are coated and down below his balls in seconds and as I circle his opening, I lay back over him, kissing him again to distract from the initial entry. But, he's relaxed and trusting, and his body opens up to me like an old friend, pulling my index finger in wantonly.

Jacob likes fingering, and he arches up into me with a wordless shout, urging me on as I pull my hand back to add a second finger. His insides are so soft and welcoming, taunting me with their warmth almost. But at last, I'll be inside, so I can manage a few minute's patience.

Since it's been a while, I take the time to add a third finger, scissoring and spreading them out to try and stretch Jacob adequately. He's not resisting me, so I'm guessing he's comfortable enough by now, and I pull my hand away slowly, dislodging my fingers and wiping the excess lube onto my cock, making sure it is nice and slick. Then I kneel back onto my knees and scoot closer, positioning myself between Jacob's thighs and hooking one palm under his knee to lift up towards his chest. Poised at that lovely puckered pink skin, I rub the head of my cock up and down the furrow of his ass.

“Abel!” Jacob suddenly yelps, momentarily halting me in my administrations. “You want to...You mean...This...”

With a furrowed brow, I silently ask him what he's making a fuss about.

“I just...You want to...to have sex?”

I thought that it was obvious what my intentions were, but I smile down at his concerned face. “Yes. Is that wrong?”

“N-No, but...It's been so long, uh...since, you know, we...actually did...that.”

I sigh, loosening my grip on his bent knee and kneeling back a bit so I'm not pressed up against his opening. It's too tempting if I'm that close. “Do you not want to? Would you prefer if we just touched? Or perhaps you want to be the one on top?”

Jacob flushes all over and shivers, his skin once more flaring into goosebumps, without me even touching him.

“N-N-No...I like you...” Here his voice grows so quiet, I have to lean over him to hear his words. “...on top...”

Jacob may be slightly bigger than me, and the money-earner in this relationship, but he wants me to be in control in the bedroom. I already know that. From watching him his whole life and seeing how he interacted with his past lovers, I know everything he likes.

With this knowledge, I am able to comprehend what he wants me to do next. I tilt his knee back up and scoot forward once more. Jacob needs to hear it. Just like me. “You want me on top?”

No answer, but Jacob shivers again, biting his lip and not meeting my eyes. He doesn't need to answer. He just needs the words. The option. The knowledge of what I want.

“I want to be on top. I want to hold you down while I fuck you.”

Jacob gasps, and subtly shifts his arms, letting them lay slack at his sides.

“Maybe I should tie you up, so you can't get away. Maybe I should pin you down and just fuck you until you can't walk.”

I don't know why it's so crucial for him to hear words like that. I just know he goes crazy when he hears them. His whole body goes boneless and hot, making him liquid in my hands. Though, he's never been this wild for any of his previous boyfriends. Even when they found out what he likes, he was still sort of reserved. It turns me on that I'm the only one who gets this complete response.

“I want you so bad I don't think I can be gentle.”

Another slight catch of his breath, then Jacob moans hungrily, lifting his hands and grabbing at my wrists. With one hand on each of my wrists, he simultaneously helps guide me back between his thighs and also lift his leg up again.

I would have slowed down, but he just presses me in, right past that first restricting ring of muscle and deeper, not making a sound all throughout except for harsh breathing as I'm inched all the way in.

Dear god, it's too much. He's too tight and hot and enveloping me too good.

Gasping and choking all at once, I let loose his leg and fall forward to brace myself on my arm, chest heaving at the sudden swell of pleasure bursting all through my nether parts. I curse myself because that blinding whiteness is already pulsing near the peripheral of my vision. I fight to stay still.

Jacob is crying out again, his hips shifting wildly beneath me and his hands grasping at my back, nails raking across my skin and leaving red marks behind. I can feel them forming and it only fuels me on. I inch myself out of his tight grasping muscles and almost lose myself in the heat of his body. Somehow, I mange to being myself away from the edge of release and keep myself grounded. Pushing back in, my voice cracks on a moan, matching Jacob's own high-pitched yelps if only for a moment.

Then I'm lost, lost in the slow torturous rhythm of my hips thrusting in and out of the circle of Jacob's trembling thighs. He's clawing at my back now, breaking the skin I'm sure, and crying out so sweetly, his face pinched tight with pleasure. He's so gorgeous like that.

He's always gorgeous, but when he's in pleasure, it's accentuated to the point of painful to look upon.

Movement between us alerts me to the fact of Jacob jerking himself off, in short bursts and then every few seconds, pausing to grip the base of his cock. He's trying not to come, but it's almost impossible. Watching him attempt to hold off his orgasm while at the same time trying to come, is unbearably sexy, and I close my eyes as sweat drips down my temples.

My orgasm hits me like a a train, tearing through me and leaving me ravenously breathless as I empty myself into Jacob's accepting body with a few last desperate thrusts, wanting nothing but to plant myself in him if I could. My last ounce of strength is used to open my eyes again. I need to see Jacob.

“Ahhhn...Abel!” He comes a second later, following in my wake, and I'm coherent enough to watch his expression as he releases thick and copious amounts onto his stomach and hand, voice cracking as he cries out loudly. His seed spatters across his skin in wayward patterns, creating little unusual designs.

Without even knowing what I'm doing, I drag my fingers across his quivering abdomen, smearing that thick whiteness and rubbing it into his skin.

“Jacob,” I pant, unable to catch my breath as I fall onto his shaking form and drape myself over him. “I've...wanted that...for so long.”

“Yeah.” He wheezes weakly, chest heaving and eyes closed, his face exhausted and sweaty. “Yeah, me too.”

Kissing the slick curve of his jaw, I shake my head. “No, you don't understand.” It wasn't just lust that I'd been feeling. It's more than that. “Jacob, I love you. I've loved you forever. Not in the beginning, but so soon after that, and since then.”

From where I'm laying, I can reach down his sides and touch his knees. My fingers make the quick journey to a familiar scar there. When I had saved him as a child, from that oncoming car in the park when he'd wandered off on his own, the force of our tumble to the side of the road had scratched his knees. It was very faint, barely noticeable even to me, but it was there. A light pink cross-hatching of scar tissue, from the scrape of the ground, then from Jacob's child fingers picking at the scabs.

“These,” I murmur lowly into Jacob's ear, watching as he shivers from the warmth of my breath. “-are the result of that day I saved you. The day I learned what it was to feel. To feel you, and that was when I started to love you. Started to fall for you in my heart and my head and I've never stopped since all that time. I never will stop. I will always love you. Even when you don't love me anymore, if you ever don't. My love will never stop. I give you my word.”

The silence that follows my heated confession surprises me. I don't understand why Jacob has suddenly gone still, in shock almost. Shifting my head up and bracing myself on my forearms, I can better see his face.

It's pale and tight. “Abel...You...”

A low quaking sob escapes Jacob's now-trembling lips, and his eyes quickly fill with tears, a new light shining suddenly in them.

“Abel, Abel, oh god...” Jacob sniffles, clutching at my shoulders and pulling me down to bury his face in my chest. “You...You're the one who saved me! And...and...” Thick salty droplets spill down his cheeks and he gasps brokenly. “You're my Guardian Angel.” Another choked wail. “And...and, I've known you since I can remember! That is my first memory, the first thing I can ever recall in my life, was those warm hands, your warm hands, saving me, carrying me to safety. And I still remember the way they felt when they protected me.”

Looking down at him, I can't quite describe the mixture of emotions on his face. Something akin to wonder and adoration and fierce pride.

“You are...You're my Angel. My Guardian. I remember...”

I'm puzzled. “You did not know it was me before?”

Jacob laughs in response, hugging me tight again. “No, no, of course not. I...Oh god, Abel, I love you so much. I will love you forever too, and I have loved you. I've always loved you. Ever since you saved me, from that day, I fell in love with you too. And I always felt so lonely until you came back to me.”

Jacob releases his hold on me and I pull back to look upon him once more. There's the same love from before in his eyes, but now it's deeper. It goes back farther and there's more hope in it now.

Hope for us.

We may not be perfect. I know I'm not. There'll be problems and fights and issues with me dealing with being human, I'm sure. But it doesn't matter. All the little problems don't matter at all. What matters is us and how we feel about each other.

And that is why I'm not concerned with our future. We'll be fine.

THE END

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