Boston. Massachusetts. Darsy's Apartment.
I just stood and watched the chaotic movements of the man. My head was full of thoughts and words, but none came out of my mouth. Everything that needed to be said was said a few minutes ago.
Jackson left the apartment less than an hour ago, taking something important with him and leaving a void. He did not throw hysterics but simply passed us, showing that he saw everything and needed no extra explanations.
Jackson quickly packed up his stuff while I was staring blankly at him and was trying to find words that would ease his pain. But instead of an intelligible explanation of my infidelity, I was only able to say,
"It's not because of you! It's all my fault."