Innocent ✔️

Twenty seven

"Maybe because you are, Jackson." I said and he looked away huffing a small sarcastic laugh before sliding his hand in his pocket and taking out a box of cigarettes. "I'm serious."

"Nobody loves me Ana." He said before putting the cigarette between his lips.

"You are wrong!" I said and crossed my arms over my chest. He took a deep breathe of the cigarette and then took it between his fingers and looked at me with a smirk.

"I'm never wrong babe." He said and took another puff.

"Yes you are. Sometimes people love but don't show, scared of the consequences or maybe just because they can't show it. Just like you." I proudly said.

"Just like me!" He repeated looking at me with a smile, satisfited of what I was saying.

"Yes. You love but don't say you do. Or just can't show it because you aren't used to do so." I made a point but somehow something made him laugh. "I'm serious, Jackson!"

"I know!" He mocked my tone of voice.

"Then why are you laughing!" I mocked his tone of voice which was my tone of voice.

"Because it's funny!" He mocked my tone of voice which was his tone of voice mocked by my tone of voice.

"Jackson!" I tried to be serious but this caused me to giggle.

"Don't take it too serious babe." He took another puff before scooting closer to me, formed his arms around my shoulders and pushed my head so it'd lay on his shoulder. "I'm just glad I'm here now."

"Me too." I gave up. I wantded him to know that it was impossible to have no one loving you. That I love him. Miss Robertson loves him. His father loves him. Maybe.

"You know," he took another puff then let the smoke fly out of his mouth while I moved my head a little up so I could see his face. "I never thought I'd feel that way again." He sniffed and rubbed his nose skin.

I stayed silent letting him talk. Or let's be honest, I didn't know what to say.

"I thought that I will never love or feel loved again. I thought she was the only girl to want me and the last one they will ever do. It scares me that she is dead but it also scares me that whenever another girl get the fact that she got killed because she was with me, she will leave. She will run for her life. She will feel scared to be with me." His words were so deep. It showed just who he really was. Surprising the fact that he never show who he truly is and hidding his beautiful persnality after an angry, ugly mask. "Or maybe just because I thought that after her I won't ever find another girl to love. As if she took all the love in me and left me empty without it."

He finally looked down at me with a smile that caused me to smile. He took the last puff of the cigarette then throw it away. I watched his every move as if i was watching a movie. My mind was empty. I had nothing to think of for the first time. His beauty in front of was what filled every cell of my body. I was so close to him and for once I wasn't scared, I felt safe. I felt like this is all I needed.

"You know you still owe me an explanation!" I brought that subject back. I didn't regret it because I wanted to know. What is that tattoo doing on him? And at the same time, I wanted to change the subject.

"I know." He sighed. "The tattoo right?" He asked and I nodded and bite my bottom lip. "Do you know what it is anyway?" He asked.

"I want to hear it all from you." I said and sat down in front of him, crossed legs. I know. I knew everything but I want to hear it from him. Just because I knew that I will believe him more than letters in a book.