54. Jack Carrol

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I was currently at my best friends house. Her and her boyfriend were on the couch in each other's arm whilst watching the movie. I practically was third wheeling. Suddenly, her brother, Jack walked into the room. Jack silently sat down on the couch opposite me. 

Jack was my ex-boyfriend. Our relationship wasn't healthy and it took a mental toll on the both of us. It was pretty awkward for my best friend, Paiton. Considering it's her brother. I looked at Jack, but he was already staring at me. I plainly smiled and looked away. 

As the movie played on, I felt a sudden pang of thirst and excused myself to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Paiton and her boyfriend seemed lost in their own world, cuddled up on the couch, oblivious to the awkward tension that hung in the air between Jack and me.

I filled a glass at the sink, the sound of running water doing little to drown out the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. Jack's unexpected presence had stirred up memories I'd long tried to bury, memories of a time when our relationship had been anything but healthy.

Lost in thought, I didn't notice Jack following me into the kitchen until he was standing right beside me, his presence sending a shiver down my spine.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

"Hi," I replied, unable to meet his gaze as I focused on the task at hand, pouring the water into the glass with shaky hands.

There was a heavy silence between us, punctuated only by the soft hum of the refrigerator. I could feel Jack's eyes on me, his scrutiny like a weight pressing down on my shoulders.

"I... I wanted to talk to you," he began, his voice barely above a whisper.

I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. Despite everything, there was still a part of me that longed for closure, for some semblance of understanding between us.

"About what?" I asked, my voice barely more than a breathless whisper.

Jack took a step closer, his gaze intense as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. His touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me, igniting a fire that had long lain dormant.

"I know things didn't end well between us," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "But I can't shake this feeling that there's still something between us, something worth fighting for."

I wanted to protest, to tell him that it was too late, that the damage had already been done. But as his lips met mine in a tender kiss, all thoughts of resistance melted away, leaving only the undeniable truth of our connection.

In that moment, as our lips met in a silent promise of forgiveness and redemption, I knew that no matter what the future held, Jack would always hold a piece of my heart. And as we pulled away, breathless and uncertain yet filled with a newfound sense of hope, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this was the beginning of something beautiful, a chance to rewrite the narrative of our past and embrace the possibility of a brighter future together.

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hey guys

sorry if this ending isnt the best, but i hope u enjoyed it anyways!! 

have a good one 

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