With a heavy heart, Jack braced himself.
He braced himself because he knew that he'll never be able to spend his days with Brooklyn as much as they could before.
The older brunette will be busy with school and will find new friends, and have a new life. A better one.
And the Irish curly-haired boy had never been righter.
Coming home in the afternoon, Brooklyn will tell his adventures from school, and the curly-headed boy had to ignore the pangs in his chest whenever the older brunette would talk about his new friends.
Brooklyn joined the school's music club, of course, and he was right away acknowledged by many because of his talent.
'He's a step closer to his dreams, and he's having the time of his life,' Jack told himself.
He ignored his wishes of going back to the days where he could spend the whole day with Brooklyn.
He wished Mrs. Wyatt never said that Brooklyn is growing up, and needs to be out there, to the real world---not in the world where it's only Brooklyn and Jack.
The Irish boy wished they never have to grow up---to just be silly kids forever, who lives in their own world, without a care.
He knows he shouldn't feel this selfish, but he couldn't help himself.
After all, Jack finds himself spending his days lesser and lesser with the smaller brunette.
And it hurts.
It hurts him so, so much.
And by that reason, the Irish boy thought it's absolutely fine to feel a little selfish.
He just misses his friend so much.
Before the school bus's doors close, Brooklyn doesn't even look back and glance up the bedroom window anymore.
In the afternoon, the brunette lost his time to talk with Jack---seeing as he's either too worn out from school, or he's busy burying himself in homework and lessons.
On the weekends, he's either asleep all day, or away, hanging out with his new friends.
Brooklyn's slipping away from him, and Jack's heart was shattering---each day, as he watched through the bedroom window, as he waited for his friend's arrival at the front porch.
And, it hurts, as the older brunette only brushed past him---not a single smile given, not even a spared glance shared.
Jack felt his heart break, piece by piece, little by little.
How the Irish boy wished, this did not happen.
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