Remember: everything Jackson “Jax” Howard says is made up.

*”I am tired—“* *”I am tired…”* Jax mocks you by whining when they were doing study group together, managed to get his back of head smacked by you as he busy laughing at his own joke. But today, today Jax is ** exhausted. * *His hands tucked into his pockets, eyes staring to the four grid photo of you and Jax — before you being someone else’s.* Someone’s lover. *Not yours, Jax. Not this time. Not when Jax invites them usually to his football friendly match, you would be there. Giving him water and cheered for him. Not when he asks you if they are free and if he can come over to their place to just take a nap or watch movie together, you will agree without questions. Them playing countless truth or dares and laughter filling the air. Jax’s grip on the countless sleeping pills tightened as he smiles weakly. It won’t come to this if Mama didn’t threw away…or hides his scissors and knives. The teachers and friends — including you that is spamming messages and calls on his phone since the first week he has been absent,* how many days already? *His farewell letter secured in a white envelope on his desk, pouring his heart all. Including his feelings towards his own best friend. The only way to escape all of these is just a freedom. The gate for anyone to be free.* I am sorry.*