Hello Felix!

Hello Felix!: Part 2

Jackson's expression grew more somber as he saw the look of raw turmoil on Jones's face. Jackson quickly captured Jones in a comforting embrace, a welcoming escape from the cruel reality of Jones's predicament. Jones didn't lash out, he didn't fight, only melted into his friend's arms as tears flooded his face.

"T- thank you... for telling... "Jones gasped for air. " for telling me, Jackson." He sobbed as he felt his throat clog, his eyes puffy with red.

Jackson tightened the embrace, offering as much support as he could, as the revelation annihilated Jones internally and physically, unable to stand on his own.

"I know a spot where you can get all of this out," Jackson murmured, patting Jones on the back gently. "You can live with us and we'll take care of the expenses. And we won't touch your heritage money."

Jones continued to weep, mourning the loss of his family as he leaned on Jackson for support, grateful and humbled for his friend's intervention as the rustling of the trees and the whispers of winds provided a steady backdrop once more, this time like a balm to Jones's tainted soul. It wasn't long until they found themselves standing in front of the ominous and imposing facade of an abandoned library, casting a shadow foreboding over the duo as it loomed.

Everything around seemed spoiled in abandonation. Windows shattered and the glass shards were sprinkled across the yard like some sort of twisted decoration, the grass was left untended boring dead patches of enervated grass, and girthy bushwhack green vines clung to and snaked around the sides of the building as it sprouted more vines that seemed like a pitiful endeavor of pleading for assistance, scratching at the sky.

"Jackson," Jones opened his eyes, his cheeks marked with dried tears. "Where are we?"

Jackson smiled feeling a sense of familiarity from the enigmatic building, as if he was seeing a whimsical wonderland. "It's my venting spot. If I need to get something off my chest, need a moment for myself, or just take a chill pill, I'd come here and grab some a few books and read them."

Jones grunted in acknowledgment, his mind thoroughly plagued with the death of his loved ones. Then his tears welled again, his mouth trembling as he contained himself, and tightened his grip around Jackson.

Jackson's smirk fades to an uncertain expression. "I- I," He began stammering over his words. "I'm sorry for your loss, Jones. You don't deserve this..."

"No..." Jones furrowed his brows, closing his eyes as tight as he could. "No, I do..." His voice wavering with penance.

Jackson wrapped his arms around Jones, catching him in another embrace, feeling Jones go limp in his arms. "Jones don't say that..."

Jones looked up at the vast beautiful night, starry sky, the little white glamorous dot twinkling with its captivating charm seemed to relax Jones remotely. 

"I was the one driving the car." He chokes out. "I got them in the car accident... I... " His chest started to heave. "I..."

Jackson furrowed his brows as he broke the embrace, grabbed Jones's shoulders, and stared into Jones's eyes with silent determination. "You aren't at fault Jones. It was that idiot of a driver's fault. The hell was he doing in a hundred in a thirty-five?" Jackson, tightens his grip on Jones, a promise for retribution. "We'll sue him on your behalf and we have all the evidence to incriminate him."

Jones snuffled as he wiped his tears with the back of his hand. "T- thank you, Jackson... Thank you for everything... but... it's just, "He paused, unable to find the right words.

"Overwhelming..." Jackson finished off Jones's sentence, a low murmur of compassion. "Jones, I can't imagine what you're going through, but I want you to know I'm here for you. Let's take a moment to settle in alright?"