Spark in the darkness (Inspired by Why Don't We)

19. Power

Set free. That phrase was resonating through my whole body every time I looked at the photo of Jack flying through the free fall along with his skateboard. I couldn't believe it was me who took the photo, mostly because it didn't look like my other photos. This one was different, a true art.

I knew why it was. It was caused by the fact that it was Jack and he looked amazing in real life and in pictures too. Probably because his whole face was a work of art.

His beautiful deep dark brown eyes framed by the amazingly thin locks of curls, his perfect jaw line and nicely shaped plump lips, the metal ring that graced his nose.... everything about him was just out of this world and extremely attractive.

I could stare at his handsome face for hours and wouldn't get tired of it. The closer look of my photo of Jack complemented his mysterious, almost quirky side of his personality that he didn't show that often, but every time he did, it was something fascinating that it couldn't be described in words.

It was like he let out his craziness to hit you right in the face, like the first time I properly spoke to him and he started dancing and singing, fooling around like he was high. He was high though, but on life, on the astonishing wave of happiness and optimism that was radiating from his personality.

A foolish, amorous smile appeared on my lips when I started editing the photos. It felt magical, almost like a fire was running through my veins, so familiar, yet so strange, because I knew exactly how to edit them without even thinking about it. 

I was done soon and just looked through the pictures again, feeling extremely proud of myself. Those were definitely the best photos I have ever taken.

I was interrupted by the sound of a notification. I frowned and grabbed the phone to have a look. A stern expression came on my face when I saw a picture of myself by the sports lesson. It said: Always finishing the last, yet she somehow managed to outran the one, who was always at the back still finishing before her. #endoftheworld

I saw the tears forming in the corners of my eyes. My gaze fell instantly on the name of the one who posted it. Of course, it was Dave, the most popular football player at school.

I was always the aim of these type of jokes, because I was lefthanded at sports. But this was cruel even for Dave, who had no idea what respect was.

I widened my eyes when the likes started growing. I felt at the verge of crying.

The last time something like this happened, Cay started an argument with Dave and his jocks in the school corridor. I still remembered him shouting still in the kid's voice at the boys who were three years older than him. "What do you even think of yourself?! You truly are an idiot yourself. This is lame, embarrassing a girl in front of the whole school, but you're not that brave to tell her in the face, right?"

He got extremely angry and in that moment I highly doubted his age, because he acted like an overprotective older brother when, in fact, I was the one who was older. However, this sweet gesture of his made me feel extremely proud and Cay, being always the fair boy, got quite famous for this argument within two weeks thet he had spent in high school.

I came back to reality where my little brother lived only in my heart and memory. The tears poured out of my eyes desperately when I realized I was alone and that I would have been forced to put up with the situation on my own. I didn't know what to do.

Before I could recall one of Cay's advices, a comment appeared under the Dave's "funny" post.

I covered my mouth in surprise when I read the name. Jack Adams.

@davesofficial Jealous, are we? Have you never worked on yourself that hard, huh? Or are you really that dumb that you have to make yourself feel better by criticisizing the others? Bet you don't even know how to run, considering your posts