Jacob was soaking wet when he got back to his car. He was shaking but he didn’t allow himself to change or wrap something warm. Maybe he was punishing himself. Which was something I don’t see the point. He was already punishing himself hard enough. Why must he be so hard on himself?
Mikhael and I sat in the back of the car and we were watching Jacob bury himself in his thoughts.
“This guy is going to lost it.” Mikhael crossed his arms and leaned back on his seat. I didn’t say anything. Partly because I was somehow agreeing to it. But mainly because I don’t want to believe it. But deep inside me, I knew it’s going to happen sooner or later. I just fear that saying it out loud would make it seem more…real. I don’t want anything about it to be real. So I stayed silent the whole ride.
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