“Oh, no. I’m okay, you sit.” he insists, taking the blanket from her and wraps it around himself, either way. “I won’t be long. You can turn on the TV if you want, I turned the electricity back on when I went out for the wood.” he smiles at her, before walking from the room to make the hot chocolate but also to take a moment to gather himself.
It was always hard for him to go out to Gail’s field. Why, he couldn’t understand after all these years. His parents seemed fine going out there from time to time after what had happened. But Jack… he always felt so lonely when he was out there. Was it that he felt robbed, that his sister had died? Was a part of him still mad about it happening? Was he being selfish? All these years he didn’t know. Even just now, with Katelynn besides him, he might as well have been standing there alone just like when he was eleven years old all over again.
But he made the hot chocolate, in two big mugs.
She understood that he was sad, she could see it in his eyes, but wondered how she could help him smile. She sat there, legs tucked up near her chest in front of the fire, trying to get as warm as possible.
What can I do to make him smile? To heal him of the pain?
She sighed, laying back onto the floor, hair pooled out behind her, blanket falling away as she waited for Jack to return, her face pensive.
He returned and set the two mugs on the coffee table his grandfather had made, and carried it over to the couch she was on. Jack promptly climbed on besides her, wrapped his arms around her, and rested his head against her shoulder.
“I’m sorry if I made you sad.” he whispers. ‘I get sad too, when I see visit her field. I know I shouldn’t. But it always happens. What’s wrong with me?“
Jack Maple 