Jamie stood over the trash bin for a long time.
The picture lay there, face up now, staring back at him like a ghost that refused to stay buried. But Jamie was no longer the naive, fool in love teenager he was back then.
Mason was a ghost of the past, a ghost that still haunted him. But Jamie would fight back, Neva he was finally getting the chance to live, the chance to recover and get himself the best things in life.
But what if he just pushed away the only good thing that has ever happened to him?
He turned away from the bin and walked back to his bed on unsteady legs. His room felt different now. Too quiet, too empty. Unlike some minutes earlier, when the feeling of Jett had overwhelmed his entire existence. A feeling he was ashamed to say he's never felt, and he was not about to lose such priceless thing.
He sat down, grabbed his phone, and before he could overthink himself into silence, he hit Jett's name and pressed call.
