Life was never that much in my favor. It was like we had a love-hate relationship. But it was consistent.

“Jackson…” my knees crumbled upon the floor and I lost all my powers to even stand. I clutched Jackson’s hoodie with my bleeding hands and begged him not to leave. But all I could see was stream of tears following the beads of blood from his head. The disbelief and tears made my eyes burn in imaginary agony.

I tried to get up but the scattered bruises all over my legs made it impossible, until I felt two hand grabbing me from the floor and compelling me away from Jackson. My eyes became heavier and suddenly everything got black as smelled his cologne.