Anastasia | Jack Gilinsky

Prologue

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Jack could never understand why Anastasia loved him. For she was the definition of perfection and nothing less. He was nothing but an insecure singer, she deserved better, and it was clearly obvious.

It's not that Jack didn't love Anastasia, she was everything to him. Water, food, oxygen, you name it and she's most likely more important. She was the moon and stars, she was beautiful, talented and she had worth. But deep down Jack knew he couldn't be selfish with her. There was so much out there for her, he's nothing but an anchor holding her back.

Maybe it was all of this that had led Jack to do what he did last night. He had to leave, he had to.

But fuck, the look on her face is something he will never forgive himself for. The look of sadness, hurt and betrayal seeping through her eyes. It almost convinced him to reconsider his decision. Almost.

Jack knew Anastasia loved him. God she was so in love with him, but he deeply believed that it was for the best. The girl in-front of him deserved the world at her feet. He couldn't give even a slither if that to her.

So he left her.

ʚĭɞ ʚĭɞ ʚĭɞ ʚĭɞ ʚĭɞ ʚĭɞ ʚĭɞ ʚĭɞ

"You! You have no right telling me who I can and can't love."

"Why can't you fucking understand. You deserve the world, you fucking idiot!"

"But that doesn't mean that I'm gonna get it. And it sure as hell doesn't mean that I want it.

I want you."