Far Away Part 2 (Requested)

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Far Away Part 1 is like in the beginning of you want to re-read it.


Your POV

Your phone rang on the desk. You made no move to get it because you already knew who it was. Nate, Johnson, or Sammy, or worst of all Jack Gilinsky. 


You say on the bench by the window and stared outside. After you left your shared apartment with Gilinsky, you went back home to your mom's.

When G came home he freaked out. Your phone blew up with missed calls and texts. But you never responded. You were crying. Nate eventually told Gilinsky the truth. He left several angry voice messages about how ridiculous you were being and then he would apologize for it. 

You stayed off of social media because a lot of people were bashing you for hurting Jack when he hurt you first. You were just trying to choose yourself for once rather than Jack.

You felt so pathetic for being hurt and broken like Bella Swan when Edward left her. 

You got so frustrated with yourself and the situation that you picked up the next call. 

"What?" you snapped. 

"Hey, Y/N," Johnson sounded tired through the speaker.

"Hey," you said softly. It was hard being cold toward Johnson. It was like being mean to a puppy. 

"Look, I know you'd probably heard this already but... Jack is a mess," he said.

"Johnson," I sighed. 

"Our shows after you left sucked. Jack and I were pushing to be better but Jack was just getting exhausted. He's really sad like verging on not eating sadness," he continued.

"I just don't know if I can deal with that loneliness and uselessness that I felt with Gilinsky. It wasn't that he just shut me out for a week. He did it all of the time. I don't know if I can forgive him. Sorry," you hung up the phone. 


The silence in the room once again picked at you. Soon after Johnson's call, Gilinsky decided to. You stared at the phone for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. You considered what Johnson said and picked up the phone.

"Hi, G," you greeted. 

"Y/N," he sounded so relieved.

"Baby, I'm so sorry about what happened. I love you and I realized how much I can't function without you," Gilinsky rushed out.

"I need to see you. Please baby I think we should talk in person," he begged.

"Jack...I just don't know," I said. 

"Please...I need you. If there is any hope for us please come to our place by Friday," he hung up.

It was Wednesday and I needed to make a decision.


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I knocked on the door and waited. My bags were still in the car because I was unsure of what would happen. 

"Hey," you tried to smile. Gilisnky's eyes completely lit up.

"Y/N, how come you didn't use your key?" he asked curiously.

"I figured that would be a little strange since I don't live here," you said and watched as he flinched.

"It's still your home," he responded.

"I'm not sure it ever was a home for me when you weren't here."

Gilinsky let you inside and you finally realized what Johnson had been saying was right. The place had dirty dishes and clothes everywhere. 

The two of you sat down across from each other on the two love seats. 

"I want to work this out. I'm not ready to let you go, ever," Jack reached out his hand and grabbed yours.

"Jack........I missed you," you feel the sudden need to cry.

"I know the feeling."

"I think that if we work slow that we can maybe get back to a good place," you said. Jack smiled a little and kissed your cheek. 

You two did take it extremely slow but you did move back in together so you didn't have to fly back and forth from your mom's and Jack's. 

After awhile you and Jack were even better than before. He made you feel like you were an angel. You were very happy that you chose to hear him out.



A/N

Sorry if it sucked.

But I'm a good note...Thank you guys so so much for all of the reads, votes, and comments. All of that positive feedback gets me really excited so thank you. 


Also can you comment some would you rathers or questions for the next one. I don't have any more ideas.





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