#jackson wang angst

at least i have the memory ; jackson wang

warningsimplied death, and crying

genreangst, some fluff ( i think )

word count 0.6k

insposad songs from my playlist

synopsis while moving in, you encounter a box you swore you would avoid

You let out a huff of exhaustion before bending down you open another box. You and your boyfriend, Drew, were halfway through them thankfully. You don’t understand why he didn’t let the moving people help more, something about you two spending more quality time together or something. In the end, you didn’t mind as much. It was nice to see your things again and it felt even better to arrange them to your liking.

Though, with this box you wished you had checked the labeling before pulling the flaps aside. You gasped audibly at the sight of the memorabilia that sat inside. It was Jackson’s box. The box you could’ve sworn you told Drew to take. But now you had it.

You sighed, finding your way to the wood floor of your new bedroom. Pulling the box closer to you and peering inside. An immediate smile found your face when you saw all the framed pictures of either him or you both. Out of habit, your hand reached inside for your favorite framed one of them all.

It was the last picture you two had taken together. You held it close to your heart.

While becoming mesmerized with it, you dusted some of the lint from off of the glass. Your thumb finding its way to rubbing over Jackson’s face was he gazed down at you. That dopey grin he always wore when he was happy plastered across his face. It started to turn your own fond smile downwards.

You missed him. And his dopey smile, and the laughter that soon came with that smile, and his warm hugs, his caring words were something you missed most of all. It made you sad all over again knowing you’d never get any of those things ever again. And it wasn’t just because you were with Drew now.

You sniffled before reaching into the box again. The frown on your face deepening when your fingers grazed the last “gift” Jackson had ever given you. It was a letter. And also the last few words he ever said to you. Drew made you pack it, while you argued throwing it away. It made you too distraught. But you still found yourself fishing it out and placing your favorite picture of you two aside.

‘To my love, ’ it read. Your lips were already quivering before you could even pull the actual letter out. With a sharp inhale, you did. You let out a small breath of laughter at the tear stains you had left on it around six months ago. The first and last time you had read it. Well, until now.

It took a couple of minutes before you fully got enough courage to let your eyes glaze across his neat handwriting and meaningful words. Every word made your heart beat faster, it felt like he was reading it to you himself. And that made you stop halfway through. And the fact you were getting fresh tears on the paper.

“___-” Drew came barging into your guy’s room but halted when he saw you in tears at the foot of the bed. He quickly noticed Jackson’s box and cursed under is breathe for leaving it in here with you.

“Hey, hey, I’m here,” he came to your side immeadiately and draped his arm around you. Gingerly removing the letter from your hands like it was some priceless artifact. You leaned into his shoulder for comfort.

Silence filled the room as your sobs started to subside and all that really came out of you were sniffles. “I’m sorry for not taking his box with me,” he apologized.

“It’s okay,” you cleared your throat and started to put away Jackson’s stuff.

“I can’t compete with him, can I?” Drew said all of a sudden. You laughed.

“I don’t think so.” You said softly, silently saying goodbye to Jackson as you closed his box back up.