JARED’S POV
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I sit on the bed where she used to sleep, the room still smells like her, and the sheets…The sheets smell just like her, as if she were here. Her shampoo’s scent is all over the pillows, a few strands of her hair scattered over the bed, and I look around, wishing that she was still here. I know that she won’t be able to, and it’s not because of her. It’s because of me, and my life and the people I work with. Not everyone is always happy how I deal with things, and that’s why I don’t have loved ones, well not around me.
My loved ones are hidden like treasure, unable for anyone to find and if I could keep them in a safe, I would, but there’d still be a chance that people will get to know of them. “Boss,” Mason calls me from downstairs, but I don’t want to leave just yet, so
