In His Wake

Jack taught me a lesson.
A painful one.

I met him way back in grade school.
We both liked drawing.
He was better at it though.

Me.
I was always more of a writer.
You can tell by my distaste for people.

Edgar Allan Poe
And Virginia Woolf,
I'm like them.

Dark,
Cynical,
On edge.

Jack was always a happy guy.
Well...
Until he wasn't.

Shit happens.
You know?

The last time I spoke to him
We got in a huge argument.
It was pretty bad.

He stopped showing up to work,
So naturally I grilled him for it.

I remember he grabbed my wrist.
I yelled at him to let go.
He did.

Then I went off on him.
About how I was sick and tired of him.

The guy liked to blame the world for his problems,
But he was the type of guy who started his own fires.

So I walked away.
Another bridge burned down.

Jack taught me what it's like to drown.
After he left the show went under.
It was a disaster.

I don't know if I can forgive him.
Not because of what happened to the show.
It's just...

Jack was my best friend.
And now he's not.

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