Jack's POV
You woke up everyone morning and looked in the mirror and felt incomplete even though you were very complete in physical form. You just weren't complete because your girlfriend, ex-girlfriend Y/F/N Y/L/N wasn't here anymore. You missed her so dearly. You'd come home every evening and you'd swear you'd still see her shadow around the house or you'd walk into a room and you'd catch a whiff of her perfume, but then reality would set in and you'd come crashing back down to Earth. The sadness touching your heart once again. Right now it was three in the morning and you were smoking. Whenever you were smoking you finally had the courage to convince her to come back. This was when you finally had the courage to try and get her to change her mind. She would never answer your calls though. You figured she was sleeping, but you always had hope that she would answer you and come home. You would always wake up to the same message the next morning though. You'd get excited because it was a voicemail from her, but it always said the same thing. Her voice would come on the speaker and after a long sigh she would say, "Johnson, why do you only call me when you're high?" *Click* That was it. There was nothing else she would say. No I miss you or I love you or I want to come home or I can't live without you. There was nothing like that. The more you tried to get her attention the more it felt like you were losing her. One night you called her and she didn't answer, but two seconds later she tweeted that she was at the club with some friends. It was getting so much harder to get her to pay attention to you. Was she even listening to all the voicemails and messages you left her? The more she pushed you away the harder it was to make good choices. You were always making bad ideas and bad choices, but you couldn't function without her. It was three in the morning again and here you were yet again smoking and leaving her messages. It had become part of your routine. You couldn't function without it. Maybe this was one of your bad ideas she was always talking about. You couldn't get to her anyway you tried. You wanted to ask her where you could find her where would she pay you attention, but she wouldn't pay you attention. You were running out of time and you hadn't found what you were hoping to. It was three in the morning and you were smoking again. The next morning she left you a different message. She was telling you to go to bed. She said you were boring her. She ended the message with why do you only call me when you're high? Why did you only call her when you were high? To find your answer you took another drag.
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