"Always yours.." I accidentally said my thoughts out loud and looked shocked into Jacksons sad eyes.
"Ah ah I mean of course!! Dont cry.. you make me feel weak.." I really tried to change the subject. "Yeah. Stop crying Jackson." Zico still patted his back and avoided me. "I will go for a walk.." Jackson let go of me and walked out of the room. He didnt seem satisfied. But I wasnt either. "I will never come back man." I fell into my bed out of stress, forgetting that Zico was still in my room. "What was that?" "What?" I looked over to him. He was daydreaming. "Zico." ".." "Zico." No reaction. "What the fuck, Zico!!" I stood up and took his arm. "Are you there?! Zico!" "Yes.." "Geez.." "Why did I do that." "Do what?" "I just.. lied to myself." "Huh?" "..never mind." His cold expression turned into a bright smile again. "Now that youre back we dont need to worry anymore." "What the-" "Bye Irina." He just walked out of the room and closed the door. Leaving me speechless, confused and dumb at the same time. "I shouldve stayed on the streets."
I couldnt hold it in and so I followed him, opened the door and hugged him from the back. "I wont settle down and let you lie to yourself again.." I felt his warm chest under my hands.
"Help me.."
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FanfictionWinter, Tokyo. What a lazy day. Irina took the cup and cleaned it until it began to shine. Ten hot minutes and she could go home. The bell rings - another Costumer? "Im sorry." She could face a slight face moving in the shape of the cup she still...
