“you know— i had a friend back in america. he had a sad life. he lost his best friend because of a stupid mistake he made and that best friend can never come back to him.” jackson frowned, all the laughter from earlier draining from his face to the point there was only exhaustion. “he’s gone.” the latter was a mere whisper, as he sniffled and plowed a hand through his mussed blond locks.
he spent the evening with a few others from the company, drinking from bottles he didn’t bother reading off, laughing and dancing on table tops. it was only when the other men were either knocked out on the floor or returning to their dorms, jackson decided to stumble back home to his own bed— where he could snuggle against peach and just sleep the night away. drinking always awakened memories within him that he would rather forget. it was easier to block it out when he was sober. he found it funny how people drank to forget their worries while jackson could only see them before his very eyes with every gulp he took.
he made it outside the dorm itself before he had to sit down and rest, leaning back against the wall. the door was a mere foot away but something made jackson pause. he didn’t want to go “home”. he simply stared down at the floor and waited. for what— he wasn’t sure. soon enough, a pair of feet stood before him. soon enough he was spilling his heart. “how do you bring back someone that’s left you forever?”
