❛ i don’t know you anymore. ❜
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the resemblance is uncanny. seeing him for the first time nearly made her heart stop, and even now, gazing upon his face is almost painful. the rugged, scruffy good looks, slightly chiseled by time, stress and patchwork scars. the stony, impassive expression, mouth set in his trademark frown. and his eye – that one, lonesome eye that somehow carried the same fiery, combatant spirit that she’d come to adore so long ago. it was all so familiar, so painfully familiar —– and yet, somehow so foreign. it’s all artificial. that much, she knows. was this what he would have looked like? would this have been his face, worn and tattered by years of conflict and loss? before she can stop herself, she finds one hand reaching towards his face, pale fingers gently brushing against one of the stitch-like scars that mars his skin. it even feels the same, and the almost nauseating, twisting feeling that rises in her gut makes her pull away, shoulders bristling as she pushes her emotions aside, nostalgia be damned. he wasn’t Jack, no – but the distance between them, the utter disregard, was all too familiar.
❛ you never knew me anyway. ❜
