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{thirty-two}

j a c k ' s p o v

Aimlessly, I wandered down the dark and wet streets. I only felt one, true thing inside of me. Regret.
I honestly don't know what came over me. I told (y/n) I loved her, I made her happy. But then I walked. I walked away from what we had, from what we could've had. Without my shitty mind telling me to walk, I could've had my dream future. A marriage. A family. I could still be at home. I've left it all behind. I've left the girl of my dreams. God I hope she got home safely.
I fucking wished I stayed. (Y/n) was so good to me. She told me how I was worth life. She physically saved me. She brought me out of the darkness pit that is my brain. She always made me feel like a man. And she told me I always looked cool. That bloody word; she loves it.
But I found myself falling over an empty bottle and onto the floor. I smacked my coccyx, and then my head. Wiping the blood from my temple, I sat against the wall of the subway. Obviously it was cold, it was dirty and it wasn't (y/n)'s apartment. Oh well.
I don't know what came over me but I took off my beanie hat and placed it flat out in front of me. Using my coat as a cover, and protection, I settled down on the grimy floor and started to sleep.
I felt so shit and so ill. But I kept my eyes shut. I heard a few clinks if coins drop in front if my head. I passed it off and ignored it.
There was only one right thing I could do with my saved money.