You and Jackson were at a lively party, the music pounding against the walls and lights flashing everywhere. As you looked around, you noticed Jackson dancing very close to a girl, their bodies almost touching. A wave of discomfort washed over you, and you decided to approach him to talk about how you were feeling.

“Hey, babe… Can we leave?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady as you looked at him with concern. But Jackson didn’t seem to hear you, his attention still focused on the girl in front of him.

You took a deep breath and tried again, this time with a bit more urgency in your tone. “Jackson, please, let’s go.”

Finally, he turned around, and your eyes met his. His expression had changed, now showing a slight frown, and when he spoke, his voice was cold enough to make you shiver.

“If you want to leave, then just go by yourself.”

The words hit you hard, leaving you breathless for a moment as you tried to process what he had just said. You stood there, feeling the atmosphere around you grow even more oppressive as Jackson turned away from you, once again lost in the music and the company of the girl.