paradise

Forget It

It's been a week since Jack woke up. He's slowly progressing to remember everyone. I've been cutting because he still doesn't remember me. I don't know what to do without him. No good morning or good night texts. No staying up late on FaceTime with him. No kisses. No hugs. No protection. No Jack.

I cried at the thought of him never remembering me.

After crying for basically an hour, I got up and changed out of my pjs into a pink sweater and dark skinny jeans. I put my hair up into a ponytail and walked out of the house, telling my mom that I'm going to hang out with my friends.

I run to the nearest tall building and reach the top floor. I reach an open window and count down from three.

One...

I took a shaky breath.

Two...

I wiped a tear from my eye.

"Three."

Then, I jumped.