The Sound That Vanished
My stomach was in knots, the pain so bad I could not even make it to the bathroom.
That was when a shadow fell over me.
"What's the matter? Heartache got you wishing for a second chance?"
I looked up to see Jack Harris, arms folded, leaning casually against the doorframe, watching me with a detached gaze.
He was all in black, his features sharp against the dim light, his eyes unreadable. His lips, though, were perfectly sculpted, even in the half-light.
Suddenly, I felt that wave of unfairness wash over me, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.