When Brooklyn turned thirteen, it was raining, and the Wyatt's residence was full---full of people Jack didn't even knew.
He didn't even have the chance to say 'Happy Birthday', seeing that Brooklyn was surrounded with these strangers throughout the day.
Jack could only stand in the corner, awkwardly and silently, while the older brunette talked, and laughed, and played with the other kids---Andy, Harper, Sonny, Mikey and Rye.
They cloud gazed on the porch, debating whether the clouds look more like Harper's or Sonny's wavy hair.
They rough-housed together, with the Mikey and Rye kid easily winning over the others.
They played hide and seek and they didn't suck at it, unlike Jack.
They cheered enthusiastically while playing Guitar Hero, louder and livelier than the Irish boy would ever muster.
They played chase under the rain---and even played football, something that Jack can't do---and Mrs. Wyatt didn't get angry at them.
They drew portraits of one another, too, and they didn't suck as much at drawing, and even Brooklyn drew them better than he ever drew Jack.
And, it pained Jack so much, when they all went to Brooklyn's bedroom and played and sang songs together.
They were having fun in their own little world---which was a world without Jack.
At that moment, the tall Irish boy knew that something changed.
At that moment, he knew that he won't be able to cloud gaze with Brooklyn, anymore.
He knew he wouldn't be able to rough-house with him anymore.
He won't be able to play with him, anymore.
He won't be able to cheer and play video games with him, anymore.
He won't be able to play under the rain with him anymore.
He won't be able to see his bad drawings, anymore.
He won't be able to perform with him, anymore.
It hurts Jack to see Brooklyn smile without him, laugh without him---live without him.
It hurts Jack so much, and he couldn't do anything about it.
After all, he was just Brooklyn's imaginary friend.
And Brooklyn's growing up.
And he's being forgotten.
Jack looked at his fading hands with a sad smile.
'I wish we did not end like this.'
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Please, don't hunt me for this 😂🙊
The final chapter would be posted in a few days because the last one is pretty long hahahha (and I want ya'll to suffer for a bit 😈)
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