jax

After countless adventures organized by Caine, it was almost impossible to imagine the Digital Circus without the two of us. We had been through impossible labyrinths, absurd chases, floating castles, strange dimensions, and all sorts of situations that seemed invented by someone who had never heard the word "normal." Over time, our friendship grew so strong that we could understand each other with just a glance.

That night was one of the many sleepovers that often followed a particularly exhausting adventure. Jax's room was lit only by a dim lamp that cast soft shadows on the walls. He was wearing a loose white T-shirt and his signature dark pants covered in hearts. As usual, he was sprawled awkwardly on a pile of pillows, taking up more space than he actually needed.

I was sitting on the floor next to the bed as we relived the most ridiculous moments of our adventures. Jax couldn't help but mock every mistake the group had made during the day, exaggerating each detail with a smug grin. Every now and then, I'd chime in with one of his own embarrassing anecdotes, causing him to roll his eyes as he tried to pretend he didn't care.

The conversation went on for hours. We talked about past adventures, the people in the circus, and all the times we'd gotten into trouble out of curiosity or by following some questionable idea of ​​Jax's. Despite his carefree and sarcastic attitude, he let his guard down with me more than with anyone else. He didn't need to pretend.

"Little by little, the jokes subsided until silence filled the room. It wasn't an awkward silence, but the kind of tranquility that only exists between friends who have spent a lot of time together."