Yoko
Unforgettable.
Jorah was impossible to forget.
Adrienne set Tre up on blind date after blind date, trying to shake him out of the depression he'd fallen into.
But Tre didn't have the heart to tell here that not a single one of those girls could hold his attention. Besides the fact that they were hopelessly silly or completely ignorant, his mind was full of Jorah.
He was infatuated. He replayed their meeting over and over in his mind, picturing her smile, her laugh, that little dimple in her cheek.
He threw himself into music, because it was the only thing that provided a sufficent distraction. He pretended she was in the room with him, watching with that little half-smile she'd given him. Those moments were the happiest he'd been in months.
When he thought of her, he didn't feel so alone.
Jorah had taken the hole inside of him and soothed it, taming the wild emptiness and made it tolerable. He had no doubts that she could fix him, that she would make him happier than he'd ever been.
She just had to fucking call him back.
Adrienne set Tre up on blind date after blind date, trying to shake him out of the depression he'd fallen into.
But Tre didn't have the heart to tell here that not a single one of those girls could hold his attention. Besides the fact that they were hopelessly silly or completely ignorant, his mind was full of Jorah.
He was infatuated. He replayed their meeting over and over in his mind, picturing her smile, her laugh, that little dimple in her cheek.
He threw himself into music, because it was the only thing that provided a sufficent distraction. He pretended she was in the room with him, watching with that little half-smile she'd given him. Those moments were the happiest he'd been in months.
When he thought of her, he didn't feel so alone.
Jorah had taken the hole inside of him and soothed it, taming the wild emptiness and made it tolerable. He had no doubts that she could fix him, that she would make him happier than he'd ever been.
She just had to fucking call him back.