Chapter 54 We Need To Talk

• The next day, I’m still hurting. More than I did yesterday. My heart misses him. Our hugs and cuddles and kisses. Kissing Jackson is not the same. It only makes me feel emptier, a hurtful reminder I’m doing the wrong thing to heal.
• I pick the phone from the dresser and smile at the text. It’s from Jackson. He wants to know if I’ll be at the Friday game so I can have his shirt. I send him a quick reply and he promises to bring it to school tomorrow when he comes to pick me up.
• Jackson dropped me at home today, same thing yesterday because I skipped practice. There’s no point going there when I can’t have Calum.