pose ✨📍

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jack's pov

she don't wanna be alone, anymore
she don't wanna lose herself to this life
she don't wanna take a look in the mirror
she just wanna let go, let go

there she was again. everyday i have been in this club, she's been here. she puts on this facade, a mask with a happy face on it. but i can see right through it.

she doesn't wanna do this anymore. the way she looks around after having a shot give away how she's scared of being alone. yet she's here, in LA, where almost everyone is always spiritually alone.

i notice the way she drinks, as if she almost doesn't want to. but instead, she's doing it because it's the only way she feels "happiness" again.

she's lost herself. she's lost connection with everything that's important to her, everything that grounded her. she's depressed and hurting. and no one's obviously reached out.

she's letting go of everything that she's ever felt.

but in the most negative way.

she's made some friends, i see. but they're not good influences. they force her to drink even more, resulting in her getting absolutely wasted.

i sit down on a stool and swivel myself until i see her.

she's just.....
standing there.

she's so still, standing, and what i make out to be tears slip down her eyes.

she doesn't wanna lose herself.
but something tells me she already has.

she pose for the picture,
all her friends are off that liquor tonight
and i think she knows somethings missing
but this mixtures got her feeling alive.

i watch her desperately try to grab one of her friends arms, begging them to take her home.
but they're just as drunk as she is.

she looks around, almost panicked, when her eyes meet mine.

i see something in them that i haven't seen before.

desperation. panic. sadness.

she slips down onto her knees, tears streaking her rosed up cheeks.

she's lost at sea
she's off that pill
she's on her knees,
can't tell what's real.

and i think she knows somethings missing,
but this mixtures got her feeling alive,
tonight.

i walk up to her and get to her level.

"let's get out of here" i say as she lifts her head up, slowly nodding without even questioning who i am.

i needed to save her from herself.

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