Jack sighs, shakily, and shuts his eyes.
“I never liked how she hung off me.” he whispers. “I always felt. Wrong. Sometimes I thought it was because I was gay. W-what man didn’t like a woman touching him, hanging off him…? B-but I’m not. I love you so much, Katelynn… she just. Became so mad. So fast. I didn’t know she could be like that…”
“It’s because she cared about you,” she said, voice slightly muffled against his shoulder. “She must have been so frustrated. She told me I was some loose city woman who got you into bed and it felt like…maybe she was right..I did ask for psyical love so fast. Maybe she was right about whatever she told you. But I…I love you too and I try to make you smile. It’s all I want to do..”
She sighed softly. Was there any way to fix this? “M-Maybe I can try to fix this..somehow..”
“Katelynn… sometimes… friendships have to end.” Jack said quietly, sadly, but honestly. “Not everyone can get… along forever. Please, promise me… don’t go after her. Please…” he whispered, lifting his hand, found her head, and ran it down her head to her shoulder gently, slowly.
Jack Maple 