All Time Slash - Fireworks. (Jalex FanFic)

Chapter 44

Have you ever been speechless?

Now, I don’t mean where you can’t speak for a moment or so, I mean truly speechless.

Where perhaps you’ve found something you wished you hadn’t and you just can’t seem to function properly anymore. A lump forms in the back of your throat that you just can’t seem to swallow, and all you’re doing is gasping for breath. Forget even trying to speak because nothing is making sense anymore. You wish so fucking much you hadn’t seen what you’d just seen because all the thoughts in your head have just merged together into a string of nonsense.

Have you ever felt like that?

If so, then you’d know how Jack felt.

The boy’s fingers lost their grip of the pages they were holding, gently the papers floated to the ground like a feather in the breeze and Jack just stared. He hadn’t just read that, he hadn’t.

It couldn’t be real; this was all some sick little joke, wasn’t it?

Things like this didn’t happen to Jack, he was never this lucky.

Yet as the boy scrambled onto his knees in front of the splayed out letter, his fingertips traced along different words that were written by him, and he knew that it was real, every little detail.

Brown eyes darted along the poorly bolded letters that begun each paragraph, as the acronym began to make sense and Jack’s heart began to palpitate as feelings of sickness washed over him.

“I-I promise…”

His voice finally found him once more as he stuttered the two words, hot tears staining his cheeks with his brows furrowed through frustration.

“Don’t promise me, A-Alex.” Jack said to the air, as if the other boy was with him there, watching as he threaded his fingers through his hair. “Pr-promises are j-just lies, t-tied with pretty fucking r-ribbons. You s-said that yourself, d-don’t promise me a-anything.” He spat as he fell back on his knees.

How the fuck could Alex do this to him?

He was ready, he was so ready to get up and fucking leave all of this shit behind. He was prepared to forget and just start over, it would have been third time fucking lucky, but no, not now.

Dropping the pendant that had still been tightly enclosed in one of his hands, he began picking up the papers; Jack scrunched them up in his hands muttering to himself, “H-here’s your f-fucking promises.”

He tossed the newly formed paper ball over to the other side of the room and he gulped back several breaths as he tried to register what he had just read.

Alex wasn’t asking for him back, it was as if he didn’t even fucking care and a stupid letter was a good enough goodbye. But he was wishing Jack the best, he wanted him to be happy, to be free, and to fall in love again…

How the fuck could Jack get up and go with that weight now forced onto his shoulders?

Alex still loved him, and now he knew.

That stupid fucking English boy in his shitty sweatpants loved him more than he ever could imagine.

How could Jack walk away from that?

Sniffing, Jack looked at the crumpled letter with sore eyes. They were Alex’s words, his feelings, everything he never said all spilled out onto a few bits of blank paper. And the seventeen-year-old boy just threw it as if it were a piece of trash.

“I-I’m n-not falling for it A-Alex,” The boy whispered as he imagined the older male’s hand gently placing itself on his thigh. “Th-this was y-your plan all along, w-wasn’t it?” Jack squeezed his eyes shut as he could have sworn he’d felt the elder’s breath ghosting over his ear as he sighed through desperation, “N-no, I c-can’t, I just-“