Finding Jack||j.g

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Scarlett

I sit down on a soft chair in the huge, but empty living room.

I look around the walls, all the photos that are hung. The color of the wallpaper. I found myself doing this every afternoon when Jack goes off for his daily run.

The rooms seems to be more quiet than it use to be. The house ghosts seem to be hidden, not making one noise to perk my head up. Only the thoughts that run threw my head seem to be the only noise I hear lately. I have tried to go outside, try to hear the birds chirp, or the neighborhood dogs barking at whatever gets their attention. But even the outside seem to have lost their sound.

Or maybe it's just me who lost the interest in finding that sound?

I sigh of boredom, when suddenly hearing the door knob being jiggled, followed with the door opening to see a red sweaty Jack breathing heaving with the smell of outside lingering in his clothes.

"Why the long face?" he asked while tossing the keys on the little table near the door.

I just shrugged my shoulders, continue to look off into the distance, but still listening to what he has to say.

I hear him deeply sigh making my eyes wonder off to him, seeing he had a frustrated face, with both hands on his hips.

"Scarlett it has been three weeks since he left, when will you stop being upset for his choice of leaving us?" He asked making me feel small and childish.

I kept my head down, looking down at my hands that are placed on my lap. I hear him sigh again, knowing I upsetting him. Which is the last thing I want to do.

"I'm done. I'm honestly done. I knew since day one you didn't love me the way I loved you, you loved him. It was always him, even though you said he was just your best friend. And I being the stupid one just letting it slide. But Scarlett where is he now? He left, he left us, he was also my best friend as well but I know if he wanted to leave, then be it. If he wanted to give up on something that we made all together, then fine, leave. But why are you letting him take something from you that was supposed to been given to me? You heart, your soul, your promise." He took a seat on the chair next to me resting his head in his hands. My heart was aching, my person was aching and I felt everything was coming down.

"I think we should just take a break." That's when my head shot up. Hearing the words made me scared, having someone else that is important to me leave me is not what I want.

"Jack please, I do love you, it's just-it's hard. And yes I do love him, but I want to love you I honestly do because I know your all that I have, and I know I love you deep down inside it's just I can find a way to release it. I don't want to lose you too." I feel the tears start to burn in my eyes making my vision get blurry with tears that are ready to spill.

"I'm not leaving you, I would never leave you. I just want time, I want you to have time. Find yourself again then maybe we can try again, but for now It's best to just be friends. But I promise you with all my heart I will never leave you." I stand up and walk towards him sitting down on his lap and hug his neck, trying my best to just be close to him. Knowing I needed it. I wanted it.

I feel his hand slide up and down on my back, comforting me. Telling me he knows I'm sorry, and he understands that I'm hurt.

"Come on, let's get some rest. " He stands up, I wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck while he carries me into our room gently laying me down on the bed, making sure I was fine. He kisses my forehead, turns off the lamp and starts to walk out.

Hearing him whisper a 'I love you' before closing the door