"Mark wake up!"
I jolted awake.
I was still in my car, Jackson stood next to me, with the car door open. He had his hand on my shoulder.
"Baby, it's okay" he said when I continued to sob. "It was just a dream"
I covered my wet face with my hand and cried. Jackson rubbed my shoulder in a comforting way, holding my other hand in his own.
"You were crying in your sleep, Sugar" he mumbled. "But whatever happened in that dream was just a dream"
"I-I know" I wiped my tears away. "That's why I'm crying, I'm so happy it was just a dream"
Jackson stepped aside so I could get out of the car. As soon as I did, I wrapped my arms around Jackson and pulled him into a tight hug.
"It was a horrible dream" I took a deep breath.
"Evan was here and he shot you on your head and killed you" my voice cracked. "Then I killed him with his own gun"
I felt my eyes burning, but I quickly blinked the tears away.
"And then I killed myself"
Jackson hugged me tighter. I closed my eyes and buried my face into the crook of his neck.
"I'm glad it was just a dream"
I felt Jackson pull my head up. I opened my eyes just in time to see him kiss me.
I melted into the kiss, letting myself get completely lost to the feeling, the aroma that was my Jackson.
"I'm sorry I've caused so much trouble" I mumbled once we parted.
"It's okay" he smiled.
"No it's not" I bit my lip. "I've made you stay up countless nights, I've cried like a baby on your shoulder, I've always put it all on you, making you stressed. You've always done what I had asked. You've always been there for me. And I never even said thank you. Not even once."
"Hey" he cupped my cheeks. "All that matters to me, is that you are doing well."
A huge smile grew on my face.
"Thank you, thank you so much Jackson."
Jackson responded with a kiss on my cheek.
"I guess we'll better get going then. We still have miles to drive."
Jackson went around the car to get to the driver's seat.
I was just about to open mine, when something reflected light to my eye.
I turned my head to look. The light came from behind a small rock, about 5 feet away from me.
I furrowed my eyebrows for a bit and walked to the rock to see what it was.
My breath hitchened.
It was Evan's gun.
