your crying shoulder

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Giannas pov

8 months change people. The innocence of jacks being is completely gone. His arms now masculine have tattoos going up them. His ones bright blue eyes have now dulled to a grey, as if they represent the storm whisking through his soul.

I began to cry. Not just because I lay here alive, seeing him, but the fact that he stands there unmoving. He just looks at me, as if he's scared to get close. Does he not love me anymore?
"A-are you going to come here?" I asked hoarsely. He slowly emerged from Shawns shadow and walked into the room. I made eye contact with Ang for a split second and saw nothing but rage engulf her entire being. Shawn looked beyond pissed as well as they glared at him.

He sat down next to the bed, still not saying anything. "Nice to see you again." He said simply, in a raspy voice that made it sound like he started smoking. He went to get up and exit the room, but Ang quickly approached him, hot tears burning down her cheeks. She smacked him hard across the face. She grabbed his chin, forcing his dull blue eyes to face her now bright green ones, glistening with anger and sadness. "You stupid son of a bitch." She murmured quietly. I look of pain came across his face before putting on a blank expression. "She means nothing to me anymore." He growled quietly.

It was as if your whole world comes crashing down, to hear the words of hatred come out of the one you loves mouth. I lay there shattered as he exited. Ang rushed to my side and slid her knees, sobbing. She gripped my hand tightly as I began to cry harder. Shawn walked over and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. He took a seat next to me as I lay there, wishing I hadn't tried so hard to open my eyes. I only tried for him. The hardest part about it all was while I was out, hearing his sweet voice in my ears kept sane. He gave me a reason to live, and then took that reason and shoved it aside, leaving me a shell of nothing. The words that Ang spoke next completely and utterly shattered me.

"He doesn't deserve your love. This whole time instead of being by your side like he promised, he went out partying and drinking and then sleeping with some whore in the bed you shared! Let him go." She spat angrily, not at me but at him. I began to sob and the only thing that ironically seemed to calm me was replaying the simple tune that Jack often sang laying by my side. It was destroying me from the inside out and all I wanted to do was lay there and cry. So I did. So because of Jack Johnson I will never be the same again. He broke me.

He has broken me beyond repair.