You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding. Cardigan ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 2:10 Taylor Swift

You and Jason were dating for a few months. You were so desperately in love, but the two of you forced to separate because he was... Well, a praetor. And you were a member of a lower cohort. He was convinced that wouldn't work out. He was convinced it would anger his partner, Reyna.

So now you sit, admiring from afar. You would stare at his shared smiles with his companion, the twinkle in his eyes you longed to see again. You craved to run your fingers through his hair again, to see him laugh once more at something you have said.

But specifically... You missed the late nights.

You would recall the days you dragged him into your cabin, laying a finger on his lips with a hushed giggle.

You remembered the nights he would hold you close, running his fingers over your skin. The way he would look at you as if he was asking permission for something as simple as touching you.

You reminisced in the memories of when he would take patches of scarred skin, trace stars with his fingers on top of them. Or, whenever he would even bring sharpies with him just to do exactly that.

You yearned to wake up a morning once more, to witness his absence in your bed. You missed whenever you would look down upon your skin, seeing sloppily drawn stars over your skin. You forgotten all about the smile you would give yourself at the sight of the drawings, simply not wanting to wash off souvenirs of his presence last night.

Thats something you could simply wish to experience once again. It was quite idiotic how you would lay in your own bed some nights, missing the imprint of his body next to yours.

It made you feel pathetic when you would grab pens, trying to recreate the sketches he left across your skin.

How pitiful was the sight? Little old you, longing for the feeling of being loved as you once were from a guy who already moved on?