Let me preface this by saying I have problems. A lot; at least, that’s what my overwhelming vanity tells me. Enough to make me worth paying attention to. Still, everyone has deep, defining problems that shape their entire being and everyone believes that their problems are more important than everyone else’s. But for most people, they make their problems part of them, a glitch in their personality. Everyone else is left with problems that end up not being part of them, but become their biggest feature. Problems that mean they stay in bed all day not because they are tired, but because the rest of the world is far too much to even look at.
So when Jack woke that morning and prised open her heavy eyes, she wished she hadn’t. The room was still
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How can I know what I don’t?”
“Sorry, I just want to understand”
“I know, I’m sorry”
“Don’t be, don’t apologise for being angry or frustrated”
“Sorry”
Dawn Herriot was tall, she’d spent all her time looking down on people while trying to lift them up. Ever since she was little, she’d just find herself being the ‘mother’ of the group. Looking after the friends who were too drunk or had forgotten their food or just couldn’t stop crying. Now she was looking at a girl who, unusually for her, she couldn't quite place. Normally, Dawn would spend time with someone and get an idea of how that person may act. Somehow, Jack defied this. There was a cold belligerence emanating from Jack, an angry defiance.
“Do you love, Ms Church?”
“What?”
“Love, do you?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend”
“You don’t need to, love doesn’t require a partner, humans can love anything and everything”
“So what, you want me to tell you everything I care about?”
“Not exactly, I’m just curios as to what makes your life what it is, since our lives are defined by our loves”
“And our losses”
Dawn looked at Jack, she tried not to, but curiosity got the better of