Something Wild

Chapter 13

Jack's POV

I ran out of the hotel, tears flying off of my face and dissipating into the air like they were nothing, meaningless and small. No one was in the hotel lobby, to my pleasure, so I wouldn't have to deal with anyone on my way out. I slammed the door of the hotel open and ran out onto the street and got onto a bus, fast walking to the back, hiding my face so no one had to see me cry. I sat down in the back and buried my face in my hands, trying to make as little sound as I could as I sobbed.

The bus stumbled to life, creaking down the hilly roads of San Francisco, bumping along in the dreary night lights. I looked in my backpack to try and find something to comfort me, only to find another photo of me and Hiccup.

In the other photo I had been staring at the camera, a huge fake smile plastered on my pale face, my hands folded in my lap. But in this one I was blushing so hard my face was red, one of my eyes closed and my face wrinkled with laughter. And it was because while in the other photo Hiccup had been staring sideways at me, he was posing for the photo too, but in this one he had decided to spontaneously kiss me, which I responded to by laughing and pushing him away. I could still remember what I said to him, "Hic, I love you, but we're taking a photo."

Regret consumed me, filing my body with a weight I couldn't lift, with a heartbreak I couldn't fix. I had told him I had loved him so many times, I had kissed him with a passion I had never given to anyone else, I had devoted who I was, whoever I was then, all to him. I fell in love with him. No, I didn't fall in love with him.

I fell in love with the idea of him.

I fell in love with his promises, I fell in love with his lies, I fell in love with his love for me, but I didn't fall in love with him. And I could see it now, looking at him. I wasn't crying anymore. I wasn't sad. I was just so empty, the realizations of my mistakes hollowing me out and leaving me feeling... dead.

I stared out the window, my stone eyes first focusing on the road outside, but then to my reflection. My face didn't show any emotion at all, it was a concrete shell of the person I once used to be. My eyes were still read from the tears, yet they were clay, dry and cracking open. I felt nothing in that moment. I felt absolutely nothing. And it was so much worse than the anger. It was so much worse than the sadness. It was worse than the pain. And it was because I didn't feel those things. I didn't feel like a person. I didn't feel like anyone or anything.

I didn't feel alive anymore.

Hiccup's POV

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Jack wrapped me in his arms, his lips soft on mine. He tasted like vanilla and roses, and he felt like sunshine and tears. He broke away from me for a moment, looking into my green eyes with his ice cold ones.

"Oh Jack, what did I ever do to deserve you?"

Jack didn't answer. That was a little abnormal, but fine by me, because he began to kiss me again. And this time he moved his hands to my lower back, removing my shirt when we broke away. He traced a heart with his finger on my bare chest, smiling his heart melting smile at me as he began to kiss my neck.

He took off his shirt too, revealing his chest to me. He was laying on top of me now, his hands in my hair, mine on his back. I put my hands under his pants and he smiled as we kissed, that was the cue. Just as I was about to slip them off of him, he vanished. I looked around the room, startled, screaming his name.

"Jack! Where are you?!"

A large man appeared his silhouette so painful to me that it burned to just look at him.

Drago.

"Oh, has little Hiccup lost his precious little Jack?" He said, sauntering towards me.

"WELL HE'S GONE, YOU LITTLE SHIT." Suddenly I felt small, his huge hands lifting me up by the shirt collar, his dark eyes staring into my soul, his hot breath blasting into my face.