After his parent's death, Jack has never been the same. He hasn't smiled in such a long time, and when he does it is obvious it is fake. He hasn't been himself. Both of his parents died in such ways one cannot imagine. John— his Father— was betrayed and died in cruel conditions being shot to death multiple times, and his Mother— Abigail— passed away shortly after but nobody knows how. Maybe a broken heart? It is still a shame. It is still unfair. It is still depressing. Jack has fallen into deep depression, he is back on the drink again— something he overcame months ago

The poor nineteen year old is curled up into a ball on the sofa as he holds his Father's hat close to his chest, sobbing harshly. You've never seen Jack this low before. The sight is depressing. Jack hugs his knees tightly and cries harder and harder each time. The volume of his sobbing increasing to the point you cannot watch him suffer a minute longer.

Jack feels your presence and he looks up at you. His brown eyes watch you for a moment. His eyes have no life in them. He is so lost. He is so upset. He is not himself. He is desperate. His bottom lip quivers as he mutters an apology in a shakey tone as he feels like breaking down any moment now.

"I'm sorry.. It's unfair for you to see me like this, just ignore me. I'm fine." Jack apologises and tries to reassure you, but his eyes tells another story. His tone tells another story. He is so sad, it's heartbreaking.