Broken Glass//Shawn Mendes (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 10

✖️S P E N C E R✖️

"If I lay here all night I could do this just right..." The lyrics blasted out of my speakers. I felt like I was drowning in my thoughts. Everything was a blur. I couldn't think, talk, or see straight without him. He made me so strong and now that he's gone there's nothing I have to live for.

"Spence, are you okay?" Hayes asked me as he walked into my room. "Hayes... I can't go without him." I replied. "I know... I'm so sorry, Spence, you'll be okay. Just please try to hang in there for me?" He said in the most timid tone. I couldn't reply... I was too over whelmed my tears. "Any way, there's someone here to see you." he continued. "Who is it?" I manage to croak out. "He claims to be someone named Jack Gilinsky." He said. Ugh. The last thing I needed right now was to deal with either one of the jacks. I just got out of the hospital and revived the worst news of my life, I'm not really in the mood to "turn up" as they say.

"Let him In." I replied. Hayes walked out and Jack walked In. I looked up to see a, what looked like, a tearful Jack. "Spencer... what are we supposed to do?..." he cried. Seeing the pain he was in made the pain I felt 10x worse. I felt another huge pang in my chest. "I'm not sure, Jack. He was my friend... My only one at that." I reply with hot tears running down my face. Jack sits on the side of the bed and places his hand in my knee. I stare down at his hand in astonishment. "I know he was your best friend. He was the one you felt safe with. He was the one that took you to parties and made sure you felt okay there. He did so much for you and I know he loved you so much. Why couldn't I have been the one that had to..." "Jack, don't finish that sentence..." I cut him off.

He wiped a year off his cheek and went on. "Any way, I came here to tell you a proposal he made to me one day. He said if anything happened to him he wanted me to keep you safe. Not replace him but in a way he did say replace him." He said. Jacks words sunk in making me realize the reality of it.

My best friend, Taylor Caniff, has passed and there's Nothing I could do about it. They said his heart gave out in his sleep and that it was gods choice to take him but I don't believe a damn word that flies out of their mouths. I think the thought his case was too hard to handle and pulled the plug.

"Well, as they say, we all need new addictions...." I replied. Jack smiled and wiped a tear off my face. When his thumb touched my cheek I swear there was something that clicked between us...