A few days had passed since then.
In fact, today was the day that I was supposed to be meeting the group, but I didn't.
....and I don't really feel like telling anyone why...
And there I sat, in my corner of that damn closet . Alone. In the dark. Silent.
I eventually stopped thinking and just closed my eyes to focus on breathing, telling myself over and over 'don't cry. Please don't cry.'
Because I never cry...
Everything was so silent in fact that I heard the quiet creaking and the opening of my door along with a familiar whisper.
"Lexus....? You here buddy.....?"
Jak. I knew that damned voice anywhere.
He sighed, i wondered what he was doing until the closet door opened and Jak raised an eyebrow.
"Whatcha doing in here?"
I shrugged in response and I'm guessing that was why Jak ended up climbing in.
We sat pretty close, Jak's hand kinda just.... Petted my hair slowly and I couldn't hold it back anymore, for the first time in 15.34---something years, a single tear ran down my face.
In the heat of the moment I didn't know what to do, so I ended up hugging Jak tight and clinging to him for my dear life, I then bawled into his shoulder, but whatever, shhh that never happened.
After a while I stopped completely and Jak asked,
"......do you wanna talk about it....?"
I sniffled, staring up at him with a forlorn face, I should be happy, so why am I so sad...?
"Mother had a stroke....and..... She didn't make it home....."