#zephania

Happy pride!!!!!! heres som cute ships and some flags!!

All I’m getting is some awkward and not well worded comments about her crush on Zeph. 

I’ve only been able to write like 1k a day, and part of it is timing, and headaches, but like... I don’t know. 

I entirely lack focus. 

And I don’t like this one bit. It’s not fun. 

a/n: I like writing about Xavier and Zeph. It's like the more I write about them, the more I know about them.

I remember you sitting there by the window, with sunlight on your skin, a book in your hands, and imaginings in your messed up head.

You looked pretty, Zeph. You always do. Even with those voices turning you to someone else, someone you're not. And God, do I love you.

I just woke up, with the dreams of you still lingered on my eyelids.

I could smell the evening air like it was flowing right from you. I could see you glowed as the sun began to set. You didn't move, I didn't move my eyes from you.

I always knew you were something else, Zeph. Something special. Something that had the full power to destroy me to my every bit.

We were both each other’s escape. Not in the same context. You were my escape from the dullness that is my life; while I was your escape from your mess.

But I was never your escape from the voices and your tendencies to disappear. I guess it was enough even though I wasn't enough.

You closed your book and looked at me. Your stare was different, as if you were saying goodbye.

I stared back at you, with a smile in my eyes, to let you know I was more than happy to have you. I didn't dare to blink because I was also scared of losing you.

I knew, I just knew, that you were about to leave, Zeph. I could feel it in my gut, wrenching it. But I didn’t speak of it. I just lied there on my bed, with my eyes stuck on you, watching your every move.

Please, don’t leave, I prayed.

But you left, Zephania. God damn it, you left.