i was super eager to see him on that day as i was still concerned about what happened a couple of days before when he was so shaky he ended up dropping his glass of water on the floor and shattering it. i prayed that he wouldn't be the same as he was the last time i saw him, and that he would be a lot better. my worst assumptions had proved themselves correct when i entered jack's room and looked at the sight in front of me.
jack was crying softly. i could see tears running down his face as he desperately tried to dab them away. every now and then he would let out groans of sorrow and frustration. i looked down and saw a bottle of pills in his hand with a label on that i couldn't read. he soon noticed me standing there, and he wiped the tears away more furiously than before, but couldn't help more streaming down his face. i walked closer to him, wishing i could just wrap my arms around him and tell him that whatever was wrong, it would all be over soon.
"hey, hey...what's wrong?" i sat down in the chair a little closer to the bed than usual. the temptation to reach out to him, take his hands and hold them in mine was becoming incredibly overwhelming, but i was forced to fight it.
"i-i c-can't...open the b...b-bottle." he pointed a shaking finger at the bottle of pills in his right hand. was that really all that was wrong? i felt like there was something he wasn't telling me.
"c-can you...o-open them f-for me...please..." his cheeks turned red, as if he was embarrassed to hear those words come out of his mouth. i looked down at the line on the floor and frowned.
"but i'd be crossing the line and you told me i can't-"
"it's f-fine as l-long as you step back o-over it again." i nodded and noticed that my heart began to beat incredibly fast, probably too fast for my own good. now i was shaking a little bit at the mere thought of crossing the line. this would probably be the closest i would ever get to jack. i knew i had to savour and cherish every bit of that moment before it was gone forever. i took a deep breath before getting out of the chair and putting one foot, then another foot over the line of tape on the floor.
jack seemed to shake a little bit more than he already was as i approached him. i was eventually right by his side, looking down at him. it gave me the chance to get a closer look at his eyes. those beautiful, beautiful, angelic ocean eyes. he lifted up his hand a little so i could take the bottle of pills. i did so, but as i was taking it, i felt my hand brush against his. and then my heart began to beat even quicker than it already was. i was convinced i was going to have a heart attack at that point.
i began to open the bottle and after a few tries i successfully removed the lid. i was about to ask him how many he needed before he put up two fingers. i nodded and got two out of the bottle, prior to screwing the lid back on and handing the pills to jack. i put the bottle on the bedside table and then unfortunately had to step back over the line, even though i wanted to stay beside him for much longer. when i stepped back over he thanked me and took the pills i had handed to him.
"what are you not telling me? surely that's not the only reason as to why you're upset."
"i'm not telling you a lot of things." he seemed to have calmed down a little bit now.
"and what are those things?" he looked around the room cautiously, as if somebody was going to be in there with us.
"fine...i'll tell you. you deserve to know. i trust you enough."

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fragile | jelix
Fanfictiondon't cross the line (lower case intended. story is written from felix's perspective)