The water ran thick below the bottom of Jacob’s feet, the occasional sequence of rocks crashing and melting into the bottomless blue. It was a depressing sight, to say the very least, tears of heartbreak sitting at the sides of Jacob’s cheeks.

Just a summer fling, that’s all it was to you — so that should be all it is to him. Yet he just can’t seem to let it go, and what else he certainly couldn’t let go, was the fact you practically frenched Nick in front of the other councillors.

The jealousy practically coursed through his every thought, plaguing anything that seemingly crossed his mind, his rock throwing picking up in pressure the more he thought about it. And here he was, like an idiot, crying and throwing rocks over it. Over you.

That was until, he heard footsteps trailing down the creaky wood of the bridge, causing his head to cock to the direction of the noise. And speak of the devil, maybe literally, you’d shown up just behind him — your presence lingering like the sickly feeling in his stomach.

The tensioned silence filled the nights air for a few palpable seconds, neither of you wanting to admit the truth first. But eventually, Jacob managed to muster out something completely awkward.

“guess you found me then,”