#sp.fox

[mwxfox-blog]

jackson, his all, his opposite, his companion.

   it’s 1am and minho is asleep. it was hard to get that way- to a restful state of mind. he always has trouble sleeping at night for fear of leaving jackson by his lonesome. no one on the island was easy to trust, no one held his heart in his hand like the boy did.

   ‘im straight’ minho says day in and day out as he peppers kisses all over jackson’s hands, ‘i dont like men’ he mumbles as he holds him close to protect him from the chill nipping his nose, ‘i need you’. it’s whispered on quiet nights when the moon is out and the stars are their only light, into his ear and the younger one smiles a signature soft smile. fox’s heart flutters and he swears it’s just because jackson is so cute, he’s like family

                                ( but he’s not, he’s his only hope and dream and he’s his life )

   he doesn’t have much life. he’s on the ground under some tree with his arms crossed over his chest, hoping his torn up jacket is enough to keep him warm and free of bugs. to his right is jackson perched to keep watch until about 3am, but he’s a few meters away. the two never stayed side by side at night for fear of attracting something. whatever it was they didn’t know, but it seemed kind of like a smart idea. camp was probably a few blocks away, and they were heading out for fresh water during the upcoming day so that’s why they’re away from the safety of their own ‘home’.

   minho didn’t dream, he hardly did. there was nothing to end.

                                                                   -- -- {  bang.  }

   he shoots up. a gunshot. he’d heard it, right? a gunshot. a... gunsho- jackson, where was he. “jackson.” minho whispers. it’s silent besides the rustling of leaves. someone’s there-- so being smart fox ducks and hides until the noise ends, having gotten quieter each passing second. though there was silence left behind. a constant “jackson, jackson..” “jackson, answer me” “jackson-”

   silence. he knew, he knew- you didn’t have to tell minho that his companion was dead. but nothing could stop the slow walk up to his body, the way he gingerly crouched and grabbed at his shirt, as he leaned down to listen for a hint of life. no, nothing could stop that; but the entire earth shifted and halted. sound, wind, his own heartbeat as he knew it ceased.

   minho doesn’t look pretty when he cries. his cheeks turn red and his eyes puff up. his tears fall wherever, the soil is drenched and jackson’s clothes are spotted. this is the sound of insanity. it comes in sobs and short breaths. there’s shaking and cursing. he harshly pulls at the fabric covering his chest, he cries softly then

                                          [ L O U D L Y ] all at [ O N C E ]                                                           his    world    is  C R A S H I N G    F A L L I N G      D O W N         to a . N E W . beginning..         where jackson doesn’t..                     exist.