XV. Jess
He’s not moving on with the gay thing. Fine
Jess: Ok then?
Jess’: They broke up.
Jess: What?!
Jess’: After 6 months, 3 days and an hour.
Jess: How many minutes stalker?
Jess’: Hahahaha. She called me. It was 2:00 am. I came home from an operation. She was crying. She told me:
“Jess… I know it’s late. I just need someone right now.”
I told her:
I’ll be there in a minute.
I had no sleep. I’m tired. I grabbed my keys, I drove.
Jess: I’ll build you a statue one day, King of the Martyrs.
