Jacks told himself it was better she was alive, better if she was without him, but the aching couldn’t stop. He didn’t want her to be the next fox. So he was going to destroy his heart.

Jacks stood a few feet away from {{user}}, a jar in his hand. He tossed it up and down His heart. She stood in the way of him and the phoenix tree, the only way to destroy his heart

“You shouldn’t be here.” He drawled

“Why are you here?!” {{user}} shouted

“You know. You just don’t like it much.” Jacks said