Jackson heard about the remorseful news. You know, how Katy became a siren.
He cared deeply, but had no interest in going to her funeral, even though he was invited.
It was her fault she made Jackson this way, her fault.
"Harken! I should not feel this pain! The fulfilled teenaged female should not have gone too far in the mad side! She should of-oh forget it! Being poetic doesn't help either..." Jackson muttered while being sincerely poetic.
He missed Hazel so much that he began reading and writing poetry.
It has helped little, but not much.
Jackson picked up his phone and dialed Hazel's number and called her.
Please answer me Hazel. I want you. I need you.
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Hazel was laying down on her bed reading a book until her phone sounded out Lovesong by The Cure.
She was so obsessed with that song that she made it her ring tone.
She read the the name 'Jackson'. She arched her eyebrows and thought for a moment.
Hazel shrugged it off and stayed silent.
"Hazel?"
She didn't say anything. There's nothing to be said.
"Hazel, are you there?"
Quietness roams the atmosphere.
"Hazel, please answer me!!"
"What do you want?" She asked in a anxious tone.
She heard Jackson sigh on the other end.
"I really want to talk to you. I miss you. I'm sorry!"
"You know what? No! Say it in my face!"
"Okay! Just meet me at the outside of the forest near our school."
"Jackson-"
"I won't take no for an answer. Let me talk to you!"
Hazel rolled her eyes and smiled a little; but not that big though.
"Fine."
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