Same Time Next Week (Ch 57)

He stared at the email, eyes ice cold at the words that made sense…but didn't.

I can't imagine what you think of me…. I don't think I want to know... I'm not sure I'll ever see you again…

So she was writing him off? Dumping him like she dumped Lucas? She was done with him now that he knew most of her secrets. She wasn't going to come clean and tell them all.

Jackson sighed, frustration giving way to anger. He powered the phone off and shoved it back into his pocket, shaking his head, blinking back a tear as a familiar feeling coursed his body.

He kicked at the table in one of the side rooms where he'd been trying to catch a quick nap on the worn wooden futon.

He'd been expecting her to want to see him. He thought she’d want to get things out in the open. Talk it out. And then maybe they could be real with each other. He wasn't expecting the email brush off. The Dear John Letter, just as he'd allowed himself to admit he felt something real for her. It was déjà vu all over again.

"Hey, man. It's not sounding good in here." Jackson rolled his eyes up to find Rod bent over the couch, then leaning on the back of it, smashing down the cushion. "Wanna talk it out? I promise not to be a shithead."

"No. You have done quite enough.”

That was all he needed, was for Rod to insert himself into the situation.