JACKSON
It’s been five days.
Five whole days of going to our bench and waiting for her until it became clear to me that she wasn't coming. It was five days of going to the café and pleading with her with my eyes to look at me, or at least not treat me like I was a stranger. It was five days of not going to the house because I wasn't ready to face my mother yet, after the way we left things.
Five days of noticing the eyes on Siri whenever she walked past, and the whispers. It was worse than it was before.
It was five days of hell.
Things have been progressing between us. Slowly, but progress was progress. I’ve finally managed to get her to open up a bit about herself. She had given me a piece of herself, and it seems that we got a bit closer after that. And then I ruined it. All for
