As I watch Jackson’s retreating back disappear into the crowd, I can’t help but wonder if he would look at me differently if he knew about the inner demon that’s been living inside of me for so long. That I’ve allowed it to eat away at my life, stopping me from living. To just be… existing. Now, I’m living the life I loved so much through my clients instead. Or would he see me as the weak man that I am underneath the façade I try so fucking hard to keep up? Or would he be glad that he cut me out of his life when he did? I guess I’ll never get the chance to know.
