(A/N) I know that this is really really short chapter but I haven't been in the writing mood... Hope it's decent.
A Day Later
*Olivia's Pov*
"...Jack?" I gently pressed a single hand to the door, letting it open slowly. I let my eyes wander around his unfamiliar room since he was now living with his parents again.
Movement to the right of me caught my attention, and I nearly ran into Jack's arms as I saw him come out of the bathroom. I squeezed him tight as he wrapped an arm around my mid back and another behind my head. He looked exhausted; miserable.
After what felt like an eternity, Jack released me, intertwining his hand with mine and leading me to the edge of his bed where both of us sat. I kept quiet, waiting for him to speak.
"Adult-Onset Parkinson's Disease." He rubbed his face, letting his head droop as he stared blankly. "...It could've been so much worse, I know, but... watching someone that is so unbelievably selfless and only wants the best for others deteriorate slowly and slowly is going to be the end of me."
"I'm so sorry, Jack." I stared at him, wanting to make everything that hurt him vanish and never come back, but I knew that would take far more than a miracle.
He shook his head, playing with his fingers. "She called me-weeks ago, actually- and she begged me to come and visit her because I hadn't seen her since the fight with my dad... I didn't. I let her suffer by herself; I left her here with my dad. And I just- I really regret the last time I spoke to her... That's all I ever feel now, really. Regret. It's just a constant battle that I have internally with myself... with my mom, my dad...and now with Sam." He looked up at me as I reached over for his hand, putting it between the two of mine. "I'm sorry... I'm always talking about myself and I never give you the chance to-"
"Don't you ever apologize for venting to me. I'm here, and I want you to always tell me what's going on in that head of yours," I weakly smiled, bringing my gaze back to his face.
"I never want to lose you, Liv." Jack leaned in, sealing his words with a slow, gentle kiss on my lips.
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Velocity-> Jack Gilinsky
FanfictionHe was bad for me; Just as bringing a cigarette to my lips is. But I couldn't resist the urge I got with him. He was my high. "But no matter how damaged, he was still capable of loving, and being loved."
