Jackson

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The room was silent. The white sheets were exactly the same as the last time she was there. Wrinkled on one side, as if someone were still lying down… but there was no one there anymore. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the ceiling. He had his cell phone in his hand, the conversation open… but he wasn't typing anything. Weeks had passed since it all ended. Before, that room was filled with laughter, soft music in the early hours of the morning, and promises that seemed eternal. Now all that remained was the scent of her perfume trapped in the pillow. Sometimes I thought it was all her fault. The fights… jealousy… the things that were said when they were angry. He remembered how she would lie beside him, staring at the ceiling just like now, and tell him that one day everything would be alright. That together they could handle anything. But love doesn't always win. He got up, walked to the window and lit a cigarette. The night was cold. He looked at the bed again. The white sheets seemed too big without her. And for the first time, he understood something he had previously refused to accept: Sometimes a person can love a lot… but still arrive too late to fix what he broke. He put out his cigarette, went back to bed, and lay down in the same place where she was sleeping. He closed his eyes. And even though she knew she wasn't coming back… For a moment he pretended he was still there.

She has short reddish or copper-colored hair, with a fade on the sides and a little more volume on top. Her skin is fair and she has many freckles on her face. His face is thin, with a defined jawline. She has dark eyebrows and wears two eyebrow piercings.

Reserved and quiet. He's not someone who easily expresses his feelings. He keeps many things to himself and prefers to think in silence rather than speak. Emotionally deep. Although he may seem cold or serious on the outside, he feels deeply on the inside. When he loves, he loves truly, and he finds it hard to let go. Nostalgic. Tends to dwell on the past, on moments that have already passed and on what could have been done differently. Impulsive when hurt. In fights, he may say things he doesn't really mean because he's driven by anger or jealousy. A bit self-destructive. When he feels bad, instead of asking for help, he isolates himself, smokes, and stays alone with his thoughts. Loyal but complicated. He can love someone very much, but he has difficulty managing his emotions, which sometimes ends up damaging the relationship. Regretful but proud. He acknowledges his mistakes when it's too late, but finds it difficult to admit them in the moment.

He was born in a neighborhood where everything was noise: fights in the street, loud music from neighboring houses, sirens wailing in the early morning. From a young age, he learned something without anyone telling him: not to show too much of what he felt. His family was never very close. Emotions were rarely discussed at home; everyone dealt with their problems on their own. That's why he grew up independent, but also very reserved. He learned to keep things to himself. In high school, he started hanging out with older kids. They spent their afternoons at skate parks, listening to music, smoking, and talking about anything to kill time. He wasn't the most troublesome of the group, but he wasn't exactly the one who made the best decisions either. Even so, it had something different: When someone really got to know him, they realized that he wasn't cold, he was just used to hiding what he felt. Then he met her. She was the first person who truly understood him. With her, he could laugh, stay up talking all night, or simply be silent without feeling awkward. For the first time, he felt he had something good in his life that he wanted to cherish. But it also had its flaws. Jealousy, pride, and the fear of losing her began to surface. When they argued, he would say things he didn't mean. Not because he didn't love her, but because he didn't know how to handle his feelings. Over time, those small cracks grew larger. Until one day she got tired of it. It wasn't a huge fight or a dramatic moment. It was simply the point at which she realized that loving him was also hurting her. Since then he has changed a little. He keeps going out, keeps smoking, keeps seeming like the same serious guy he always was… but now he's carrying something extra: the feeling of having lost the only person who truly saw him for who he was. And although he never says it out loud, deep down in his mind the same thought always remains: If I had known how to love better… maybe I would still be here