It's Such A Shame That We Play Strangers

I’ve been on my own for the past three weeks now and it’s starting to really become lonely. I miss Jack every day more and more. It’s becoming unbearable to look to the side where he used to stay. It’s weird knowing that he’s having such a good time with everyone else.

I’m glad he moved on. Moved on from Tyler. Moved on from me. He is friends for everyone, he is excelling in school, passing every class. I haven’t even been going, I don’t have the motivation to go, and I only go to see Jack. That’s really it. I just miss him so much.

As I was laying on my bed staring at Jacks side of the room when I noticed something lying under his bed. I frowned in curiosity as I slowly made myself across the room. Once reaching the bed, I kneeled down, reaching under and pulling out a box. It was covered in dust, it hasn’t been touch in a long time by the looks of it.

I sat myself down against the wall and slowly opened the lip of the box. Once that was on the floor next to me, I pulled out a picture, which was on the very top. The picture was of Jack and who I could assume was Tyler. They looked very happy.

I pulled out a folded piece of paper and when I was unfolding it, I found that it was a letter.

Dear Jack,

I want to apologise for everything that I have done. For beating you, because I thought, I trusted Vic on his words over my own boyfriends. I didn’t even ask you if the assumptions were true. Vic was convinced that’s what you should do to someone who cheated.

He loved you, you know. I hated that he did. He wanted you, and didn’t understand that you weren’t into him like that. It was a kind of like an incomplete love triangle. Because in reality, I love you and you loved me.

My love for you was true. I did love you but I guess it seemed like I didn’t when I started to abuse you. And that’s why I’m doing this. I don’t want you to live in so much pain. I hate what I have done, I hate it so much, that I can’t live with it anymore…

I had to stop reading, I couldn’t bear to read this any longer. I folded up the letter and placed it back into the box, placing the photo back into the box also. I slid it under the bed before getting off the floor and making my way to my desk. I collected my books before shoving them into my bag. I quickly got changed before running off to class.

I don’t know what made me do so, I just up and left. I think I understand why Jack broke up with me. He wasn’t ready for a new relationship, seeing as Tyler ended his own life. I completely understand. It just frustrates me that he is still so hurt because of that. I mean, I shouldn’t because I’m still so hurt about Sophie.

I walked into class and took a seat in the back, where Jack once sat. I looked to see Jack where I once was seated. I think the only reason I did come to class today was because I had music. And I think I have an idea of how I could get Jack back.

There is this talent show coming up. I wanted the band to perform in it, but it’s not happening anymore. The band stopped when Jack and I broke up. He kinda took Zack away from me and I stopped talking to Rian.

I think I will write a song for Jack. Dedicate it to him and hopefully, he’ll take me back. Move back into our room and everything can be okay, once again.

I was reading assigned work when I heard someone sit down next to me. I looked up slowly, pushing my fringe away from my tired eyes. Rian gave me a quick smile, showing great sympathy in it. I sat up straight before leaning back into the chair.

‘Glad to see you have come back to class.’ Rian said and he was leaning on the desk looking back to me.

‘Yeah, I thought that I should come back. It’s been three weeks to the day actually.’ I replied.

‘What happened? If you don’t mind me asking of course.’ Rian questioned.

‘Well, I talked to you about how I was feeling and I was about to do it. I told Jack we needed to talk and surprisingly, he was the one to do it. Then I thought, maybe we weren’t meant to break up. I just didn’t love him yet, like I thought.’ I explained.

‘Oh, well, do you want my honest opinion?’ He asked. I nodded my head. ‘Jack, he is a complicated boy. He has been through so much and I think he just wanted to feel needed again. I mean, do you blame him?’

‘No. I don’t blame him. But I do feel like I was used. I can’t be mad at him for that though, Mr Stevens, when I first got here, called me into his office. He told me to befriend Jack, make him happy again. I guess, I accomplished that mission. I just wish I did it on my own behalf, instead of getting those instructions to follow.’ I replied.

‘Oh… I didn’t know that. I mean, what are you going to now?’ He asked.

‘I was going to write Jack a song, hoping he’ll see it at the talent show. It seems cliché to say that it’s a way to get him back, but it’s the best I can do.’ I answered.

‘Well, I am willing to help you, if you want the help that is.’ Rian said. I looked at him and smiled. I nodded my head and lightly laughed.

‘Sounds awesome. Thanks Rian.’ I said.

‘So, what you got in mind?’ He questioned.

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