Lily was eighteen when she had her heart broken. She had always hoped somewhere in the back of her mind that she and Jackson would be able to be together once more after the trust was built back up. But she felt her already tattered heart rip a little more when Jackson refused to even acknowledge her any more.
She knew that this time, it was all her fault. Jackson had reached out, and Lily had bit him. The brunette choked back the lump in her throat as she tried to swallow that reality. She and Jackson were never going to be, and the sooner she got that through her thick skull, the sooner she could move on. But it was just so hard, seeing the love of her life every day, being able to reach out and touch him, but having to withhold because she knew that they couldn't be together. And it was all because of her.
She slumped back in her chair, staring at the back of Jackson's head. His raven black hair, which Lily knew was as soft as it looked, seemed duller than usual, but she just assumed that it was the lighting. She subconsciously reached forward, but stopped herself mere centimeters from the raven's hair. What was she doing? She swiftly pulled her hand back, and did a discreet glance around to see if anyone was watching. When no one stood up and yelled at her, she let out a sigh of relief, and went back to her work.
That Friday, she was shocked when Jackson turned around in his chair and faced her. The brunette sucked in a breath as she took in the weariness and sadness in Jackson's face. There were deep bags under the elder's eyes, his lips were pale and chapped, and his hair was un-glossy and unkempt. Lily reached out, again out of habit and concern mixed with lingering affection, and laid her hands on Jackson's cheeks. Dull black eyes met her own, and Lily felt her heart sink.
"What have you been doing to yourself?" She whispered, her eyes searching the other's for some explanation. Jackson tried to look away, but Lily's grip on his face tightened and she forced the older male to look at her. "Answer me, Jackson." She growled, her motherly instincts making her worry and fret over the raven as if they had never left each other. An overused lower lip was caught between two sets of white teeth before Jackson seemingly got the courage to speak.
"I love you Lily... And it kills me so much that I do, and it's salt to the open wound that it was because of my stupid actions that I lost you
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