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You walked into the alcove trying not to cry as the scent of books hit you. Your boyfriend for two years Elias had dumped you, claimed you were cheating when you knew it was him who constantly cheated. You wore an oversized hoodie with a pair of black leggings. You walked in Jenny, Abby, and Crane all stared at you. Abby ran to you and hugged you tightly.
"Oh sweetheart. I'm so sorry." She whispered while you pressed your face into the crook of her neck inhaling the Apple scent of her dark hair.
"He thought I was cheating on him." You cried. Abby's grip tightened. You made eye contact with him before you could stop yourself. You got helplessly lost in his blue eyes. Jenny kept you busy in thinking mode by helping them with their case. Ichabod didn't do much but stare at you pity in his gaze. You always caught him staring at you from across the room between the walls of the book fort you had built around you. Almost two hours had past and more stolen glances were exchanged. That is until glances turned into him crawling into your book fort. You couldn't hold back your laugh at the sight of a man so tall crammed into a space so small just so he could wrap his arms around you. You pressed your ear into his chest listening to the beat of his heart increase until your hearts were bleating together.
"That man is an idiot for leaving you." Crane hummed.
"I guess so." You whispered sadly at his shirt. "It just hurt I guess."
"I felt the same when Katrina left me." Ichabod said pressing his lips to the top of your head. "Please don't be sad anymore, I don't think I could take it." Ichabod whispered, you laughed sadly nodding into his chest.
"Oh sweetheart. I'm so sorry." She whispered while you pressed your face into the crook of her neck inhaling the Apple scent of her dark hair.
"He thought I was cheating on him." You cried. Abby's grip tightened. You made eye contact with him before you could stop yourself. You got helplessly lost in his blue eyes. Jenny kept you busy in thinking mode by helping them with their case. Ichabod didn't do much but stare at you pity in his gaze. You always caught him staring at you from across the room between the walls of the book fort you had built around you. Almost two hours had past and more stolen glances were exchanged. That is until glances turned into him crawling into your book fort. You couldn't hold back your laugh at the sight of a man so tall crammed into a space so small just so he could wrap his arms around you. You pressed your ear into his chest listening to the beat of his heart increase until your hearts were bleating together.
"That man is an idiot for leaving you." Crane hummed.
"I guess so." You whispered sadly at his shirt. "It just hurt I guess."
"I felt the same when Katrina left me." Ichabod said pressing his lips to the top of your head. "Please don't be sad anymore, I don't think I could take it." Ichabod whispered, you laughed sadly nodding into his chest.
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