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𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

   He's asked me to move in again.

Back into his home... It's been four weeks, and already he's asking me to come back.

I moved out of Jack's manor four weeks and within that time, he's come to realize he needs help.

I dusted, I cleaned, I waited on him hand and foot... I prevented him from overdosing, collapsing from exhaustion, and from trying to shoot a bullet through his brain.
He's never once noticed how hard I work.

Now that I've moved out, he begs me to come back...

He's like a child, almost incompetent. For as brilliant, and intelligent a man as he, Jack sure can't take care of himself.

I still do my duties as his assistant of course! I simply... Don't live with him. I live now with my partner...

He loves me, he cares... He appreciates me.

He knows how to touch me, how to kiss me... He knows when I need him the most.

It's... Really truly like heaven...

But the guilt I feel for leaving Jack behind... It's a lot to process for me.

... And yet, if I go back... Would he even care? Would he notice me more? At least try to appreciate my work a little more?

Or would I become what I was before? His simple roommate. Just another piece of furniture...

... Why risk this? I'm finally happy again. And by god I'm not going to fuck that up.