After I come home from making too many mistakes, I see a Jacques.
His eyes are blurred with tears and his face is so sorrowful. He just looked downright depressed.
His forehead was creased, eyebriws furrowed.
"Is something wrong?" I ask.
No reply.
And after what felt like eternity, Jacques says, "Come here, kid."
I advance toward him. He looks grey.
"I loved Lola." He says.
"I know." My reply was curt.
"But she left."
"I know."
I had been told about him and Lola.
Many, many times.
"And after Lola left, I found some ultrasound photos. She left with my unborn child. But, you know that already, right?" He says.
The conversation was intense, yet awkward.
I nod in response.
"Lola was my everything. But she moved away to France. And she's probably happy now.
"But, I'm absolutely broken, Amanda. Absolutely broken."
I'm scared for him, for Jacques. And, with a solemn look on my face, I ask him: "What's wrong?"
And I'm bombarded with a deafening silence.
"I've been diagnosed with cancer."
And then my heart shatters.
***
Plot begins now.
Yes. The entire thing was a fucking prologue.
Lmao. Jk. Everything that happened before this point was introductory.
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College Boys
Romance"Mature men are better than boys," *** Amanda Whitewood is the typical slut - she fucks everything and everyone. But some forget that she's human too. High school is particularly cruel to Amanda - it's filled with judgemental hypocrites and playboys...
