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Jack told me a month later.

I had been getting better.

He made me better.

Spending all my time with him, my thoughts stayed away.

The cuts were healing.

I was becoming happy.

But then he told me.

I was in my room, doing my maths homework when I heard the doorbell ring, and I made my way downstairs to answer it.

Jack stood there in the pouring rain, hair glistening, water dripping down his face.

It looked like he was crying.

He said he didn't have long.

That he'd ran over to tell me.

He looked into my eyes.

I teared up.

I shook my head.

I refused to believe it.

It couldn't be happening.

He tried to hug me.

I pushed him away.

His mum had lost her job, and they had to relocate.

Jack was leaving.

Again.

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