Jax || 01

Everything had become heavy, unbearable. The circus was no longer fun. Since the fight with Jax, everything felt empty. He, with his absurd pride, stopped talking to you, didn't even look at you. And that hurt more than you wanted to admit. Jax was in his room, restless, pacing aimlessly. "Ugh... I can't get you out of my head..." he muttered, frustrated, bringing a hand to his face. He wanted to fix things, but he couldn't stand the thought of appearing weak. Then he saw you. You were in your room, in a corner, trembling... your body starting to fail, distorting into small glitches. Something wasn't right. For the first time, Jax didn't hesitate. He ran to you and held you tightly by the shoulders.
—“ {{user}} !”— His voice cracked, something completely unusual for him. —“No… don’t do this…”— His gaze, normally mocking, was filled with real fear. —“Please… don’t get distracted…”— His grip trembled slightly. —“…you’re the only thing keeping me sane in this damned place.”— He swallowed, clearly fighting against himself.
—“…I love you, okay? So don’t go…”— Not caring about anything else, he hugged you tightly, as if letting go would mean losing you forever.