❝We're just better human beings when we're with the person we're supposed to be with. I wasn't supposed to leave @RivenReaper. I belong here.❞ ┋RP┋MC┋Parody ┋
@RivenReaper -- swooning over him, up and down before swiftly dismissing her. "Might as well stitch you up while I'm here. Unless you're not okay with that? I don't mind. I am sure Kira would be more than happy for the excuse to get her hands all over you."
@RivenReaper -- What if he had replaced me? Holding my breath while attempting to not let my overactive, imagination get the better of me, before I said.
"Hey. I saw your chart, so thought I'd come and check in with you." Looking the nurse currently --
@RivenReaper -- my stomach making me feel like a teenager. As if I am seeing him for the very first time all over again. And now I wanted to run. Unsure I could do this. What if he didn't want me anymore? What if he hated me? Not that I would blame him. --
@RivenReaper Once my feet started moving, there was no stopping them. Concern was still at the forefront of my mind, needing to see with my own eyes, that Jax was okay. Not that this was how I wanted him to find out I was back in town. Given I had done --
@RivenReaper -- What did she know? She didn't know our history, no one did.
Clearing my throat, I moved to step in front of him. My eyes are drawn instantly to the gash on his arm, before lifting my gaze to meet his. Butterflies flutter away in the pit of --
@RivenReaper -- exam room. Thankfully, he was still with his back to me, so it bought me those few precious moments that I needed to get my emotions under control. Turning my head just in time to see Margaret standing there, giving me a disapproving look. --
@RivenReaper -- lurking in the shadows, just waiting to strike. To stop me from stepping a foot in that room. Or perhaps that was fear, of what was about to come.
Swallowing, I pushed my hands into the pockets of my surgical coat and stepped inside the --
@RivenReaper -- for several heartbeats outside of the exam room, too scared to move any further. Because the moment I did, that was when my life would change. Whether for better or worse was yet to be determined. Not to mention I knew Gemma was bound to be --
@RivenReaper -- lowest. They hadn't stood by him through his worst times or helped take the burden of the club from his shoulders. That had all been me, and God, help me. I loved his stubborn ass. That was a fact that had never changed. Ever.
I hovered --
@RivenReaper -- themselves at him on the daily?
That was a hard pass for me, not when I didn't trust him. All those girls? They didn't want him. They wanted who he was. The fact they could brag they'd fucked Jax Teller. Not one of them had seen him at his --
@RivenReaper -- couldn't deny those feelings. Not unless you wanted them to eat away at you and turn you into some goddamn jealous mess. And the main reason I'd left Charming in the first damn place. (Well, one of them.) All those Cro eaters, throwing --
@RivenReaper -- such a good job of hiding this far. Our history was complicated and way too messy to be even thinking about any reunion. So why couldn't I stop thinking about him?
I hated myself for feeling the way I did. But when you loved someone, you --
@BoundToBeTragic -- sink and the stack of dishes awaiting me. Looking over at my shoulder at you.] I never hated Charming. I hated what I was becoming. As for why I came back? [Shrugging my shoulders.] We all have our secrets, Jax.
@BoundToBeTragic -- flashed another smirk my way, I wouldn't be responsible for my actions.]
Oh, you knew, huh? Kinda big-headed of you, Jax. [I teased with a shake of my head.] Little Miss Tara? Is that what Gemma calls me? [I turned slowly, moving towards the kitchen --