#amelialandon

Contrary to popular belief, Jack was relatively okay the last few days. Perhaps this was a newfound state of denial, who knows, but the singer lavishes in the feeling regardless. Besides, maybe that’s what healing was all about, questioning the reality of it’s arrival.

“I’m actually waiting for someone,” Jack starts, looking up to the waiter that approaches his table, “Could we get some waters for now, please? Thank you so much, man.” He continues, earning a polite nod from the waiter. From the distance, Jack spots Amelia heading in and he’s quick to wave here down. It’s been said time and time again, but having his family all here has been a colossal blessing. Maybe, in some ways, he also had them to thank for his sudden better mood. “Over here!”

“You know, I used to make wishes on the fireworks,” Jack says in passing, walking alongside his sister on the beach. His slippers were in hand, Jack deciding to take them off mid-way. Sand was getting stuck to the plush faux fur lining the inside. “When we were kids, I mean. I would make wishes for me, for you, for mom, for Sam. Everyone.” The singer laughs a little, shaking his head, “I don’t know why I never told you that. Sometimes I still do it. You know, on holidays that require fireworks. One will pop and my brain will just make a wish.”