Foster + j.j.

viii.

If you haven't noticed, the picture attached is the picture Alyssa broke. Okay! Cool!

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*alyssa*

The blonde boy that I'm pretty sure is named Jack, walked over to the shattered picture picking it up with little shards falling out. I stood there like an idiot trying to find what to say; nothing would come out. All that would is stupid squeaking noises.

Tears rushed down my face as Jack continued to look at the picture.

"I-I-I," I stuttered trying to speak.

Jack sighed, "Just stay here. Let me get the vacuum."

He placed the picture back on the desk and walked out of the room. I continued to stand there, frozen, choking on my own sobs. A few seconds later Jack walked back into the room with a little hand vacuum. When he turned it on the room began to spin and I shook rapidly.

I'm a terrible person. Why do I have a feeling that this picture meant the world to him?

When he turned it off he looked at me and sympathy flushed through his face. Jack got up off of the floor and sat me down on his bed.

"Hey, it's alright. There's no need to be upset," he soothed holding onto my shoulders. "Don't cry. It's okay," he used his thumb to wipe tears from my eyes but more continued to flow.

Jack took me in his arms, rubbing my back up and down. I was hesitant to hug back but eventually I did.

"I-I shat-ttered your pi-icture," I sobbed. "I'm so sorry."

"Shh, it's okay. Alyssa, it's fine."

He said my name.

"H-how do you know my name?" I asked.

"My mom and Katherine spoke all about you before you came here. Being excited to have you was an understatement for her," he answered chuckling a bit.

I can feel his warm smile look at me, "Don't worry about the picture. I can get a new frame. I already shattered it three times."

His comment made me giggle.

Soon a warm feeling arose in me. At first I was confused and afraid of what it was but I eventually figured out that it was happiness. Something I haven't felt in a long time.

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