(your julia)

Julia was never good with intimacy, not the sexual kind but the sweet, cuddly “i love you” kinda. She was never vulnerable around anyone, never said “i love you” to anyone, except… Wayne. The gullible, vulnerable, hockey captain?

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Right now, Julia was laying on Wayne’s chest while he was asleep, his hair covering his face from the moon outside, he looked perfect, that what julia would’ve said, she wanted to, but didn’t know how. Her hand made its way to wayne’s hair, pushing his caramel golden locks away from his face.