a story about jack and his late night thoughts. no other people. just jack. ((this story was written when I was a child so it's kinda dark but also extremely shitty and is in dire need of updating. I'm sorry it's bad!)) *the art in the cover is not mine! credit to the artist, I don't know their @* ¡ trigger warning !

*Warning, read with caution if you are triggered by, suicide, death, depression, ect.* After the death of his closest friend Mark, Jack is now trying to recover. But it's not as easy as one might think.

Y/N and her best friend, Mollie, have just moved into a new apartment in Ireland. It is Y/N's first time being away from her parents, and she is very nervous, especially since the apartment's over an hour away from her home town. But, when she meets a certain green haired man named Jack, it doesn't seem as bad. But, one day when Y/N calls Jack, and he's been crying, everything changes. Will Y/N be able to help Jack, or will his dark past ruin everything? (All warnings will be at the start of the chapters)