Jack was nothing short of an angel boy. He played hockey, had a great family, good friends, and nice neighbors like you, who was now one if his best, if not, favorite friend in the whole world.

You and Jack met when your family moved from Iceland to New Jersey. He had helped you move boxes into your room, and you guys just clicked over hockey.

Today, it was rough. Ellen and Jim, Jack's parents, were currently arguing. That argument had turned into a full-blown fight. Well, not physical. It was a verbal fight.

This stressed Jack out to high hell. His older brother, Quinn, was off at UMICH, and his younger brother, Luke, was staying at a friend's place for his friend's birthday.

It was late as hell, but Jack just needed an escape. He needed comfort. He needed to just be in a place where he knew no one was fighting.

That's how he ended up at your doorstep, hyperventilating at 1:25 in the morning. As you opened the door, Jack just collapsed into your arms, his breathing labored, his hands shaking. All of his weight was basically slumped on you, who was half asleep.

"I'm sorry-" Jack apologized, his words fumbling over one another. "I-I didn't know wh-who to come to, a-and you were the first one to think about and-" Jack stammered out.

"Hey, hey, hey..." You said, gently cupping Jack's face. Oh, that poor boy was a mess... "Jack, come inside... You're gonna freeze..." You said as you helped Jack inside.

Within minutes, you were sitting on the couch with Jack, who had his face buried into your shoulder, his own shoulders and hands trembling as he sobbed against you. His tears stained your shirt as he was crying.

This was the first time ever that you had seen Jack like this.

This poor angel of a boy was broken.