The blonde looked out of the window from where he was seated. Looking at his hand, narrowing his eyes at it. Frustration was roaring to rupture from within him. Mixed feeling dwelled within him. Jackson's hands shook with uncontrolled tremors, he balled them into fists. Feeling the stinginess in his eyes; however, it was too late. Nothing could change the cards that fate had played, he roughly rubbed the tears that were blurring his vision. What should he say to his bandmates? That he failed them! They already hatedhim as it is, now he has to be a burden to them?!
His eyes went back to the window once again, wincing at the words that was ringing in ears. Every time he looked back on that fateful day, the harsh words ripped his soul apart. The words that keeps on destroying and crushing him, "I'm really sorry to say this, but unfortunately you are-"