"You're as perfect as a painting, but they burn easily," Jackson turned his back and started to leave. I don't know what possessed me, whether it was anger or sadness, either way there was a fire burning inside.
"What's that mean to mean?" I shouted across at him, not caring when I accidentally spat on my arm because of the words shooting out from inside. My throat burned, my eyes watered and my fists shook, but not enough for him to notice.
"Just look after yourself Autumn," Jackson whispered before closing the door, separating the two of us in what felt like two completely different worlds.
The lump in my throat suffocated me now. Thinking back to a mere second ago, I realised that the emotion that possessed me, the fire that filled me, it was mourning... I'd known he was leaving me; was it love that had kept me so blind that I hadn't seen this? Coming to terms with that theory is going to take a long time.
Without Jackson, I don't know what to do. So, in a blind, transparent mood, I picked up the phone and dialled Josh's number. "You're not worth the upset," I sobbed before hanging up.
I'd rather eat a panda than let anything come between me and Jackson.
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