Sometimes, the happiest moments are those we only dream about. Take Jackson Mumper, for example.
Jackson had always hated the park with its sickly looking trees, especially in the coldness of winter. It was a place where he felt happy, yet upset at the same time. Probably because of the memories there. His friends saw him as a charming wallflower. That's the sort of man he was.
Jackson walked over to the window and reflected on his Desolate surroundings. The snow flurried like sighing angels around him, wondering why he was even there. But deep down, he knew he was there for a reason.
Then he saw something in the snowy distance, or rather, someone. It was the figure of someone. He couldn't see the face underneath the coat the figure was wearing, but he knew who it was. A ghost from the past.
Jackson gulped. He was not prepared for this.
As Jackson leaned against a tree for limited shelter, Mark came closer, an unknown glint in Jackson's eyes.
The figured sounded like a dying songbird. It said, in a single, hushed tone, "I want Closure."
Jackson looked away, even more frustrated and still fingering a flower he had saved from the snow, a daisy now frosted over. " I hope you're okay," he replied.
He looked at the figure with sadness, like two long lost ex-lovers, walking on the breaking down Memory Lane, which had jazz music playing in the background and random passerby talking to the beat.
Jackson looked chilled, his emotions showing his handsome, homeless heart.
Jackson blinked, now sitting back in his living room, tears forming at the ends of his eyes. He had opened the red-and-black box under his tree and received special contacts. Contacts that would play out a fantasized future. It wasn't physically alarming, but it was mentally.
Because Jackson knew that future, no matter how happy it seemed to end, would never be true.
End of Chapter 15
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