Jack Avery
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@Aphmua_Fan_LOL requested something sad, so here you go.
He knows as he parks the car in front of house that he shouldn't be here.
He knows as he knocks on her front door that he should walk away.
He knows as she hugs him, he should pull back.
He knows when she kisses him, he should stop her.
He knows what he has to do, what he should have done four months ago, but every time he looks into her eyes, he can't. Because there, in the midst of all the crap that he set up for himself, he sees the girl he loved seven months ago.
He's changed now. He wants to let her go, let her down gently, but he's so caught up. Caught up with two loves.
He loves (y/n), but he can't break up with (random/girl's/name); his heart won't let him. He's been trying to for four months, but every time he does, he sees her in there: the girl he fell in love with, so - what seems like - long ago, and he just can't do it. Every time he can't do it.
"I love you," (r/n) whispers, running her hands through his curly hair.
His body is involuntarily inclined to lean into her touch, but he ultimately pulls away.
She said, "I love you," but he doesn't say it back.
"Jack, what's wrong?" she asks quietly, not missing how strange her boyfriend has been acting over the past couple minutes.
Now that she's thinking about it, it's been like this for days... weeks.
He doesn't answer.
When she wants to take "cute Tumblr pictures", Jack groans internally.
He feels extreme amounts of anxiety when the idea pops into her head and she practically forces him to pose with her while she snaps pictures.
That's when he realizes that this little "harmless" photo shoot could turn into something very bad very fast.
She's already a growing star on YouTube and Instagram and the possibility of her posting one of these pictures is drastically high.
As soon as he hears the click while they're kissing, Jack has had enough. He not only pulls away roughly this time, but stands and walks away as well.
Every time his lips are on her's... all he sees is (y/n).
"Jack?!" she yells after him as he rushes towards the front door of her house.
"Jack!" she screams again, but he doesn't answer; he's already gone.
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Jack shoves the gear to park and throws his forehead down on the steering wheel.
He's angry with himself. Angry for letting this go on for so long. Too long.
When he climbs the stairs to the apartment he shares with (y/n), he feels nothing but guilt. How many times has he gotten away with not telling the (r/n) where he lives? How many times has he met up with her at her house to avoid she and (y/n) meeting each other?
