He watched once more through the bedroom window---how everyone left the party with a grin that seems like it will last for an eternity.
Well, maybe it can.
But Jack will never know because he'll be gone by then.
Brooklyn's bedroom door opened, making the Irish boy look up, and there he saw a beaming Brooklyn.
Jack never saw him smile like that---him looking so radiant and contented.
The Irish boy chuckled to himself.
It's no wonder why he never saw that smile.
It's because he could never make Brooklyn smile the way that Andy, Harper, Sonny, Mikey and Rye can.
He can never make him laugh that way.
He can never cause that happiness, that joy, that contentment---because Jack will never be enough.
Yes, Brooklyn had marked his way to Jack's life.
But, Jack, obviously, didn't to Brooklyn.
Because, in the end, he didn't truly matter.
The Irish boy watched the older brunette tuck himself in his bed, staring at the ceiling after letting out a happy sigh.
It was quiet now, the rain had stopped pouring, and it was nothing compared to the seemingly endless buzz a few moments ago.
The tall curly-headed boy dragged his jaded olive eyes around the room, taking a good look at the room.
Memorizing.
Seeing as this could be the last time.
He saw the stuff toys that were their 'fans', saw the guitar that was once too big and heavy to carry, once upon a time.
He saw the wooden box where Brooklyn's rubbish drawings of him and all of their other escapades were hidden.
And, for the very first time, he finally dared look.
All through these years, he'd been avoiding to peek at the photos littering the brunette's bedroom, because he'll be strongly reminded that he didn't really exist.
And when he finally looked, Jack couldn't help but let out a smile---a smiled filled with mixture of hilarity and grief.
He saw all these photographs of Brooklyn---that time where they were dancing under the rain, that time where they fell asleep after a lazy cloud gazing, that time they were singing songs while eating cookies and a lot more memories that tugs at Jack's heart.
All these pictures captured all those marvelous moments perfectly---everything, from every single detail.
Everything, but Jack, who has never really existed.
To which, in every sense, was genuinely and painfully the truth.
He regretted not looking at these photos sooner.
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