Chance.

I was sitting in a hotel room, wishing I was twenty-one. I knew that I had fucked up but I kinda thought I still had a chance. He seemed happy with Andy, like he was finally happy with someone. He had a point, all we ever did was run but I wanted to keep him safe. I guess it was merely safer to keep him here, it was almost as if he didn't miss me.

"I fucking love you, you damn bastard," I muttered.

I was on the floor in a mess of my tears and empty cups of chocolate milk. I was twenty so what I wanted I couldn't buy. I felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest and I didn't know what to do. I wished I didn't love him, I would give anything to not love him.

I crawled into the bed and picked up my phone dialing a number. I just needed to talk to someone. I needed to know that I wasn't crazy. I needed to know that it was okay to be here, on the floor, crying.

"Jacko, what's up," Syn asked.

"I fucking loved him. I fucking lost him," I cried.

"Jack, breath, please."

"I don't know what to do without him anymore. He moved on, he's found someone else. I can't get over him."

"I'm really bad at advice but you know what, if he moved on why don't you move on? Come back home and we'll help you. You don't need him."

"I can't afford another ticket. I've moved around so much. I'm stuck. I was hoping he was going to take me back."

"I'll buy you a ticket. I promise, this is going to work well."

"I think I trust you."

I hung up the phone and waited for an email as I repacked my bags, attempting to clean up the room. My phone dinged, letting me know I got an email. I picked up the bag and walked out of the room. I checked out and walked to the airport, I didn't have the same drive to get there, I just wanted to go home.

I went through security and made it through. I turned around and looked back at the city I was going to leave. I sighed and walked onto the plane going back home. I planned to never return here. There were too many memories. Too much pain. Goodbye Baltimore, hello my future.

Notes

I know it's not the longest chapter but I kinda like it. All I've been writing is sad Jack today and I feel kind of bad... The sequel, Double Take, will be out once I write it. I had to take an ice cream break and found out my brother ate all of it... I was highly upset and I'm listening to Full Frontal while typing this. It's lovely.

I've had a bunch of fun writing this and will start with the sequel once this goes up.

Leave a comment and rate if you enjoyed :)

- Jess