Once Jeff storms off, you end up crying yourself to sleep.
How can he be so... So... bipolar? You think miserably.
The next morning comes and with it, shunning from Jeff. Whenever he made eye contact with you, he just looks away. During breakfast, you end up sitting in between EJ and LJ with Hoodie across from you.
"You alright, (Y/n)?" EJ asks you. You can hear a sliver of worry and concern in his usually calm voice.
"I-it's nothing..." You mutter solemnly. He shakes his head not believing a word you say.
"Look, why don't we meet in your room after breakfast?" He whispers. You turn to
him and shrug. Ever since last night, you've been emotionless, dull, and weary. Your once vibrant (e/c) eyes are now dark and unfocused. You eat silently not saying a word. If people didn't know any better, they would think that you're mute.
You finish your meal and trudge up the stairs to your room to await Eyeless Jack. You plop down on the bed. He comes within seconds. He sits next to you.
"Alright, spill it." You take a deep, shaky, breath.
"Jeff and I had a fight last night..." You mutter ruefully. He looks surprised, but you don't see it due to his mask.
"And?" For some reason, just by being next to EJ, you spill every thought, emotion, and unshed tears. You cry into your hands.
"He-he said that I don't care about him and that he doesn't love me. He c-c-called me a s-skank!" You feel arms wrap around you in a comforting side hug. You turn around and cry into his dark, bloody hoodie. His arms squeeze you in an almost fatherly matter. The thought of your dead parents somehow makes you feel worse. You think of all those people who died by your hand. Your parents, ex-boyfriend, and kids you don't even know. You sob in guilt and pain.
"I-I'm a monster..." You whisper. Tears flood your face.
"Why would you say that?" Demands EJ.
"I-I murdered all of those people in cold blood..."
"(Y/n), we all did that here. You're not alone in this. Of course, I'm still learning the concept of being 'human', but you know what I mean." You nod.
"Yeah... I do..." Your eyes start to droop in exhaustion (you know that feeling after you cry? Yeah...). A yawn escapes your lips. The hoodie pressed again your skin makes you even more tired. You end up passing out right there.
Jack's P.O.V (This is most likely going to suck. Fair warning)
I look at the bawling girl in front of me. She clings into my hoodie as if it's a life preserver. She's a teary, snotty, mess, yet I find her appealing when she smiles and laughs. These emotions are still new to me. They eat at my heart saying "pay attention to me". All of it is a dizzying experience. She's calming down now. A yawn escapes those lips that once met mine. Her sweet scent of lime fills my nose and lungs with bliss. Wait... Did she fall asleep? Yep... Goodnight, sweet, little (Y/n)... (I feel like a poet XD) I decide to not disturb her by moving. I simply sit back on my hands and watch her slow, even breathing. Up... Down.... Up.... Down. All beautiful. She looks so vulnerable like this. Puffy eyed and asleep. I smile behind the mask and close my eyes.
"I.... Love you, (Y/n)..." I mutter softly. Little did I know...
Your P.O.V
You awake just enough to hear EJ say those last 4 words. You tense up in surprise and shock. Two guys in the past 2 days... That's a new record. Now, you must choose...
Jeff, of Eyeless Jack?
