All Time Slash - Fireworks. (Jalex FanFic)

Chapter 42

Seven days isn't really all that long if you think about it. There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, (minus a leap year), and the majority of months have thirty-one days in each, and in comparison, seven days isn't really much at all. 


Yet, to Alex, this past week had felt as though a few decades had passed. He should be a grown man by now, plucking out those dastardly grey hairs reminding him of the time, and yet he was still the same Alex with an average frame, and dirty blonde hair, not a grey in sight. 


Perhaps it was the sleepless nights that caused Alex to feel as though he'd lived through a year in just one hour. 


Tugging a skinny, plain black sweatshirt over his head, the English boy sucked in his stomach as he pushed one arm through the material and let it hug tightly against his torso. He was determined for it to fit.

Still holding in his tummy, Alex carefully pulled the fabric outwards, stretching it as far as it would go but avoiding any tearing. Letting go, Alex could finally breathe, and his nostrils inhaled that aroma of cheap aftershave that he'd learned to love over the past couple of months. It was comforting in a way, because although he knew that Jack wasn't with him, at least if he closed his eyes he could imagine it. He could smell him so strongly as he awkwardly pushed his plaster covered arm through the jumper, easing it through so slowly as if he were one of those kids who pushed a taper through their ear to stretch a ridiculously sized hole. One more light push and his wrist managed to squeeze through, it was as if Jack was there to offer a helping hand, though really, not doing much at all. 


His eyes were still closed at this point, and Alex preferred it this way. Seeing nothing but darkness allowed him to picture what it was he truly desired without any form of distraction if he were in silence, which, locked away in his room, he could easily achieve. Then Alex would lose himself into this small world he created, a place for just him and Jack to go where nobody had the opportunity to ruin anything. They'd be holding hands, always holding hands, and as Alex's fingers curled into his fist, he honestly thought he could feel the gaps between them becoming filled with long, thin, bony digits. 


Then Jack would gently brush his nose against Alex's hair, a signal for the older boy to relax and lean against him, tucking his head between his neck and letting his mouth press light kisses to his collar bone. 


He could smell him. 


He could touch him. 


He could see him. 


"I love you, Alex. I will always love you."

He could hear him.

But, all of a sudden, everything vanished. The sound of a knocking on his bedroom door startled Alex from his daydream, his haven. His eyes fluttered open reluctantly and it was then he realised just how much he hated having his vision right now. A selfish thought, yet with his sight he could gaze down upon his hand, an empty hand. He looked to the side longingly, yet found himself staring at a wall. And that damned knocking pushed Jack's voice to the back of his mind. 


"Alex, honey, can I come in, please?" His mother's voice asked in a worried tone, though Alex couldn't blame her at all with the way he'd been acting this past week. He hadn't really left his room the past week, he never wanted to. He didn't want to face a world of questioning, peers asking him how him and Jack are doing, only to reply with, "We're not together anymore..." and just like they did with Daniel, all they would offer is an, "I'm sorry", which was a lie in itself because they're not sorry, they have nothing to be sorry for. He wasn't ready yet; for it still hadn't seemed to sink in for himself that he really wasn't Jack's anymore.

Alex's lips remained sealed, though the sound of his creaky bed assured his mother that he was in fact alive, so she took this as an opportunity to push open the door and let herself in.