We always picture our last words to someone. We imagine, in detail, the pleading undenying love or we decipher our utter disbelief and hatered. I never pictured the last time I would speak to Jax Hastings.
Hell, I found myself deep obsession with him.
I had felt like I had known him longer than the first five months of Senior year. He had gone to the same school as I all my life.
Jax was a mystery. I am so thankful I can say I knew him.
I had almost loved Jax.
We always picture our last words to someone. My last words were a touch. The human touch does wonders for the soul. My small hand wrapped around his bicep. That touch told me it was all going to be okay. I was going to live a long,happy life with Jax.
Looks can be deceiving and I solved the mystery of Jax that night.
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ActionThe term bad does not determine a man. People determine a man. Everyone thought that Jax was bad and maybe he was. My time with Jax was bittersweet. I was drawn to his life, his dark past. My fatal flaw, trying to fix everyone, trying to fix Jax. Ja...
