This was the third night this week you were sitting alone. At 3 am. In the dark. You sighed pulling your knees to your chest, and resting your chin on the top. You picked up your phone, almost every minute, checking the time. It was about 10 minutes into your routine when you heard the door open downstairs. You knew it was Jack. 

Every night, as you have been repeating and repeating your 3-am ritual, he came home within five minuets after the clock hit 3:20 am. Except you pretended you were asleep. This time, you were wide awake and sitting up on the bed you shared with Jack, waiting for him to come in.

When he did, you were sitting on your bed, facing the door, tears on your cheeks. He came in all happy and shit until he saw you. "H-Hey babe..." he gulped down his words. Your lip quivered as you stood up walking over to him. You were in one of his shirts, that were long enough to fit you like a dress. You stopped as you came infront of him and didn't say anything. You just turned his face by his chin to look at his neck...which was covered in hickeys.  

You knew they werent from you. You two havent had sex in weeks because he just "wasnt feeling it". You let go of his face and looked down. "Babe..." he said reaching his arm out to pull you into a hug. You shook him off of you letting a couple tears fall down your cheeks. You didn't say a word. Just walked to the closet taking out a big suitcase. "Hey...w-what are you doing?" he asked, his voice breaking. You didn't feel like talking to him right now. You just kept going back and forth bringing clothes to the suitcase.

"Y/N!" he said turning you around with tears of his own, now on his face. You turned your face away from him, not even wanting to see him. He pulled you into a hug squeezing you tightly. "P-please don't go...I didn't know what I was doing...I-I just-" he was intterupted. "You just what!" you screamed, your voice crumpling into pieces. "I...I-" he started but was taken aback by your action. You were always shy and never really spoke up, so he didn't excpect you to act like that. 

"Y-You don't care about me Jack!" you exclaimed wanting to just fall on the floor and cry. "Y-Yes i do! I'm so sorry I hurt you..." he said coming closer to you. at this point you were on the floor crying into your hands, as he joined you and put his arm around you. "J-Just go away Jack...please" he sighed and kissed your forehead. "Do you not love me anymore?" he asked lifting your chin to face him. "I-I do...but i can't trust you..." he nodded slowly letting more tears fall. You sat up on your knees. He looked at you confused as you came closer to his face, and kissed him.

You two were perfect together, but he went and fucked it all up. Your lips moved perfectly in sync as you both cried through the kiss. Was it gross? Maybe a little, but you didnt care. You just couldnt pull yourself away from him knowing how much it would hurt. One thing led to another and soon you were both naked. He positioned himself at your entrance waiting for permission. You nodded and moaned softly as he entered you. His thrusts were sloppy as he layed his forehead on yours, both of you in tears. 

You knew this would be the last time you would feel him. You knew you were going to leave. Would you find someone else? Probably not. Would you miss him? Definietly. Would he miss you? who knows. All you knew was that this was your last time together...and so did he.