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✨Heartbroken~Jackary✨

Ship(s): jackary (Zach and jack)

Prompt: Zach describes the feeling of being heartbroken and how it feels even when the person who broke your heart wasn't yours to begin with

Famous or nah: nah

-Zach's POV-

Heartbroken, the one thing we all wish we never have to go through. But we all do. It's part of living. The thing that no one can help you with but yourself. Because no one can control how your feeling, not even yourself.

Emotions are a part of us. Weather we decide to show it or not. We all have them. No matter how cold blooded/hearted you wanna be.

We all have that one person(s) that we would do anything for. Because we simply love them. But love ends. Weather we like to admit it or not. Feelings eventually just get broken. The connection gets boring.

Or if you're like me, you never had a connection with that person. That person wasn't even yours to begin with.

My heartbreak starts back in 8th grade. A new kid had just transferred to my school. Me being social, I decided to make a new friend. To make them feel more comfortable because no one likes being the new kid.

His name was Jack Robert Avery, a perfect name for a perfect guy. He was the reason I started questioning my sexuality. To me, everything about him was absolutely perfect. In my eyes, he had no flaws.

As the time went on, we grew close. But he was straight. And I was gay. I came out after a year of knowing. My family accepted me and he accepted me. Some people at school did to but not all but I paid no attention to them.

As we grew up, my feelings became more real. It was to the point where I didn't know if it was just a simple crush or more.

I was scared, I didn't know what was going on. I became so nervous around him. Like I was gonna explode from all the fireworks going on in my tummy. But I played it cool.

Until one night. That one night that I regretted but at the same time was relieved. That night that I told Jack my true feelings for him. By then we were in 11th grade, I told him everything. Now I'm gonna tell you the truth, I expected one of those fairy tales that you expect or read on wattpad or in real books. I expected him to say he felt the exact same way. But he didn't.

He felt the opposite. He told me how disgusting I was for falling for him, for falling for my best friend. And especially my very straight best friend.

And that night was the night I cried the most and hardest. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest and burned while I felt every burn, every sting, every pain. I looked at him with tears in my eyes while he looked at me with hate in his eyes.

The look that he gave me haunted me. I hated it. I didn't know that by revealing my true feelings was going to absolutely destroy me and break me.

Since that day, we have not talked, we ignore one another in the hallways since we are in our last year of high school. Since it happened during summer break, we were going into our senior year. People questioned us as to what happened because we used to be inseparable. It was like a switch was turned off between us. Our connection got boring once he found out. But we never had a romantic connection. And I could no longer just be his friend and it wasn't like he still wanted to be friend. After all, he was disgusted by me.

For eight months, I was depressed. But I got myself out. I told myself that he wasn't worth my tears anymore. That I would move on. And I did. I learned how to look at him without feeling like I was gonna sob. I learned how to not feel anything as he kissed a girl in the hallway. I learned how to move on with my life and forget about him.

Heartbreak, something we all need in order to learn. We all grow up thinking that our first love will be the most amazing thing in the world. That it will be our first and last love. Without any tears unless it was tears of joy and without any heartbreaks. But that's wrong. Our first love is the most difficult because it ends. And it ends at the most unexpected time. One minute everything is fine with smiles and laughter then the next is filled with hate and tears.

Now my first heartbreak was definitely the most difficult thing I had to do so far. But in all honestly, I wouldn't trade it for anything because it taught me valuable lessons. One is that your first love definitely won't be your last. Second, we all get hurt but it's the way how you deal with it and move on is what matters the most. And third, we all don't get what we want when it comes to love.

And there it is, the story of my first ever heartbreak.

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