Passion

Chapter Two - Jax

I spent the next couple of hours sitting on the lakeshore with Jax, talking and getting to know him as the sky darkened. It turns out he used to hang out with a few of my friends before he became more of a loner and started to distance himself from them, much as I had been starting to do.

"Tyler was a cool guy," he commented. "He used to write poems all the time."

I leaned back on the wet stones, letting the rain soak the front of my shirt. I liked Jax. He was a quiet kind of person, but I could see in his gold eyes that there was a lot going through his mind. He ignored the rain just as I did, making no attempt to stay dry. It puzzled me, though: why had he been in the woods right when I was? I had never seen anyone here before.

"He still does," I replied, looking up at the sky. My eyes kept reflexively flinching as raindrops struck them, so I decided to just close them. I let the rain pool in my eye sockets. A silence fell between me and Jax, as it had every few minutes since we started talking. It wasn't awkward, just comfortable.

Eventually we got up, brushed rain off our clothes and parted ways. I walked quickly along the rain soaked roads and up the steps to my house to unlock the big wooden door.

The house was empty save for my small orange cat Void. She looked over when I came in and casually got up, stretched, and padded down the stairs to rub against my wet pant leg. A lot of fur clung to the damp fabric, but I didn't care. I barely noticed the cat at all.

All the lights were off. The air was damp, and I'm pretty sure I felt a breeze coming from the dining room. Someone must have left a window open. I stepped over Void and approached the dining room to investigate, and sure enough the long curtains were flapping in the wind coming in and the floor was covered in rain.

What the hell? I thought, standing there staring. Not only were the windows open but the glass was simply gone. They weren't smashed or removed, since there were no fragments and the frames were still there, the glass was just...gone.