Finding Jack||j.g

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Scarlett

2 years later

I wait in the waiting room for my therapist to finish up with their recent client at the moment. Your probably wondering why I sit here waiting for someone I pay to listen to my problem that are probably nothing. But not entirely nothing, Johnson thought that maybe I should find someone professional to talk about my feelings too. He knew that I started to get the hang of finally seeing him more than just a friend but he wanted me to be happy, he wanted me to make bad memories to good memories. He wanted to make sure I was actually happy. No matter how many times I protested, he wouldn't take no for an answer. So here I sit, it a room that i visited two times already. Feeling a little more comfortable with the idea of opening myself up to someone who can make me learn ways to be happy.

"Scarlett." My head snapped up seeing Amy, my therapist stand at the door that leads to the back rooms where patients have their sessions. I smile up, putting down the magazine that I have no interest in, but found myself bored and picking up a magazine filled with models that I envy.

I follow her into her office where we usually have our sessions in. I take a seat on the sofa while she shuts the door behind her.

"So how have you been?' She smiles at me taking a seat in her rolly chair.

"I've been good actually." I smile back politely.

"How is Jack?"

"He's good."

"How have y'all been? Have y'all finally token it to the next level?" she wiggles her eyebrows at me, while I giggle a little at her silliness.

"Actually yes we have finally understood one others feelings knowing we both feel the same for each other."

"That's great, you seem more happy. That's good." I nod my head agreeing with her.

"So I wanted to start off where we left off last session." She looks through her notes stopping on one particular, "On Jack, Jack Gilinsky." I take a deep breath not really wanting to talk about him but knowing I have to at some point.

"Was Jack someone special to you?"

Beyond special.

"Yes, he was. I was actually in love with him, and he was in love with me."

"Interesting, when was the last time you spoken to Jack?" I felt my chest tighten.

"Uh like two years ago."

"That's a long time. What happened?" I played with my fingers trying to avoid any eye contacted.

"Uh he decided that he needed to move on, leaving me because it was best for us to finally be happy."

"Were you happy after that?"

"No, it actually teared me into pieces."

"Do you still love him?"

Do I?

Can I?

"Yes, I do, just not the same." I felt tears burn in my eyes trying to break free to let the world know it still hurts me.

"Can you tell me y'alls history together?" I took another deep breath, having memories flash back in my mind, haunting me about the past.

"Uh me and Jack met in Kindergarten, I hated him, he stole my cookie." I laughed at the memory.

"I didn't start talking to him till high school that's where I found my Best friend. But we never had it easy in high school. We were both bullied by this girl that he soon left me for, but that's a different story."

"Uh but when we made it out to high school we made something of ourselves, something more than we ever thought we would be. That's where we met Johnson. We became best friends."

"Jack became famous, but soon the fame and my relationship with Johnson teared us apart. We found out about our love for each other, but we knew it will never happen no matter how much we tired." I took another breath trying to collect my thoughts and memories.

"I had this thought of myself finding the Jack I once knew, my Jack. I knew I could find him if I just tried my best. I made sure that I would find the Jack I once knew." I feel a warm tear run down my cheek, showing myself to a person that will probably not understand.

"Did you ever find Jack."

"No."

I never found Jack.

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Thought?

End here or have a epilogue?