Weeks pass by before any conflicts show up between the two men. Every morning, Zack is awakened by Jack with a light kiss on his forehead, right above his eyebrow. Never failing to make any bad dreams suddenly go away until the next night. Lately Zack had been dreaming about many things that would leave people questioning his sanity. Some nights he dreamed about him and Jack having a picnic, and falling asleep on eachother's chest until a disfigured shadow came and dragged Jack away. Zack would run and run and try to stop the kidnapper, but failing each time. Only to be awoken with tears streaming down his face. Other nights he dreamed that he turned into some sort of monster, sucking the soul out of his love, Jack. With the soul out of Jack gone, he had become a wreck. He had bloodshot eyes and bags under his once big, brown eyes, like a stream of blood running through a field of dirt. These dreams always woke Zack up with a shortage of breath, and a fear that the dream was real. "Jack, c-can we talk?" muttered Zack, barely intelligible. "No, I don't wanna talk. I just wanna lie here in silence with you and feel safe in your arms," replied Jack with the least bit of concern in his voice. Zack furrowed his eyebrows, and got up from the warm bed and stiffly walked outside. Jack fell back into a deep slumber, unaware of how badly Zack wanted to talk. Walking around in the woods near his house, Zack finally broke down. He had never been so close to anyone, and with his constant anxiety, it got to much for him to handle. A few days ago, Zack found an old rusted blade and dragged it across his wrist. The metallic scent of his blood mixed with rust put a smile across his face. The memories of his teenage years came rushing through his mind. Flashbacks of everyone laughing and pointing at him. Getting dizzy in the middle of the school hallway and passing out, as his class mates just walked right over him. No one understood how his anxiety was ruining his life. Unable to make friends, talk to his peers, his teachers, and eventually his parents. Soon, he didn't even leave his house. With a jerk, Zack brought himself back to reality. He swore he would never go back to that side of him again, but it was already too late. All Zack wanted was to talk to Jack and feel safe and understood. He began to walk back to his house to finally confront Jack. "Jack, I really need to talk to you!" exclaimed Zack, wanting for this while thing to be over with. No response came. "JACK! Where the fuck are you?!" Zack searched the house, but instead found a note that said 'went for a walk, be back soon. -J' Zack crumpled the note paper and heaved himself onto his bed. 15 minutes later, Jack walks into the house with a smile plastered on his face. Zack didn't look too happy, but Jack already figured that it would be up to him to figure out what was wrong with Zack. "Zack, what-" Jack's eyes fall to the deep wound inflicted in Zack's wrist. Feeling his heart drop, Jack whimpers, "Did- did you do this to yourself?"
Zack rubs the nape of his neck, avoiding eye contact by looking at the floor. Jack grabs Zack's broad shoulders and his eyes shed a single tear, and splashes onto the floor.With the silence becoming deafening, Jack clears his throat and says, "Zack, I will never leave you. You hear me? i will NEVER fucking leave you. I love you. No it's much more than that. I love who you are at 3 in the afternoon just as much as who you are at 3 in the morning. Nothing could ever make me want to hurt or leave you. I'm going to help you, okay?"
Zack begins crying, and with a tremble in his voice he says, "I love you so fucking much." The two men kiss eachother like never bofore, the sweet smell of sweat enclosing their bodies.