Over the next few weeks, Jack kept his word, at least for a while. His texts came more frequently, short messages that reminding you he was thinking about you: “Miss you,” “Can’t wait to be home,” “Thinking of you before the game.” They helped, filling some of the emptiness you'd felt. But as the season pressed on, the messages became fewer, and the calls even more rare. The long stretches of silence started to seep back into your relationship.
One night, Y/N lay in bed, scrolling through old photos. There were pictures of weekends spent together, late-night ice cream runs, and quiet mornings when he’d wrap his arms around you from behind, both of you basking in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. You lingered on a picture of them laughing, Jack’s arm around her, his face buried in your hair. You could still remember the warmth of that moment, the feeling that, with him, you'd found a home in him.
You typed out a quick message, your heart aching with hope: “Good luck tomorrow. Can’t wait to see you soon.” you hit send, waiting in the dark for a reply that you half-knew wouldn’t come.
And it didn’t.
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Days turned into weeks, and your heart grew heavier with each passing day. Jack’s absence was no longer just physical; it felt like he’d drifted off, lost in a world where you were no longer welcome. You tried to push your feelings aside, to be supportive of his career, but the silence was unbearable. The loneliness gnawed at you, made worse by the hollow reassurance Jack would offer every now and then when he was home, saying he was “just tired” or “stressed from the season.”
One evening, you decided to surprise him. The Dodgers had just returned from another grueling away series, and you wanted to remind him of what you once had. You thought maybe if he could see how much you still loved him, it would bring him back to you. You spent hours preparing his favorite meal, lighting candles, setting the table, and waiting with a nervous, hopeful energy.
Jack arrived home late, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. When he walked through the door, his eyes landed on the beautifully set table, the candles casting a warm glow around the room. You stood there, your heart pounding as you offered him a soft smile.
“You didn’t have to do this,” he said, a faint smile crossing his lips, but his eyes looked hollow.
“I wanted to,” you said, taking a step closer to him. “I thought… we could use a night together. Just us.”
He sat down, but there was a distance in the way he looked at you, like he was already somewhere else. You tried to make conversation, but Jack’s responses were short, distracted. Every now and then, he’d glance at his phone, responding to a message or checking something, and each time he did, You felt another piece of your heart break.
Finally, you couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Jack,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “What happened to us?”
He looked up, startled by the pain in your voice. “What do you mean?”
You took a shaky breath, your hands gripping the edge of the table. “We used to be so close. You used to look at me like I was the most important person in the world. But now… I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.”
Jack looked down, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “Y/N, it’s just… it’s the end of the regular season. It’s so intense this year. I’m under a lot of pressure, and I don’t have the time or energy I used to.”
Your voice wavered. “I know that and I get that Jack. I’ve tried to understand. But I can’t keep feeling like this. Like I’m chasing after what we used to be.”
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration flickering in his eyes. “What do you want me to do, Y/N? I’m doing everything I can. This is my career, my dream. You knew that going into this.”
Tears filled your eyes, and you looked away, hurt by the sharpness in his tone. “I know that I signed up for this, I followed you to Detroit and to LA and K never wanted to take that away from you. I just… I wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to feel like I still mattered to you.”
Jack stayed silent, his gaze fixed on the table. The quiet between them grew, thick and suffocating. Finally, he whispered, “Maybe… maybe this isn’t working anymore.”
The words felt like a knife, cutting through the last threads of hope you'd been holding onto. You looked at him, your heart shattering as yoj saw the emptiness in his eyes, the absence of the warmth that had once been there.
“You… you’re giving up?” you choked out, barely able to breathe.
“I’m not giving up,” he said, his voice cold and distant. “I’m just being realistic. We’re both unhappy. I’m focused on my career, and you deserve someone who can give you what you need. Maybe it’s time we let go.”
The room spun around you as his words sank in. You felt like you were falling, like the ground had been ripped out from under you. All the late nights waiting for him, the countless texts, the endless hope… it was all crumbling away, leaving you with nothing but emptiness.
You stood up, unable to bear looking at him any longer. “I loved you, Jack. I would have done anything to make this work. But I can’t be the only one fighting for us.”
He looked away, unable to meet your gaze. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I never wanted to hurt you.”
A bitter smile formed on your lips. “Then maybe you should’ve thought about that before letting me believe we had a future together.”
Without another word, you turned and walked out, leaving behind the memories, the love, and the life you’d thought you’d share. The door clicked shut behind you, echoing through the apartment. And as you stepped into the cold night air, tears streaming down your face, she realized that you lost the person you thought was the love of you life.
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