When Love Becomes 17
Posted on February 26, 2025 ยท 1 mins read
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Chapter 17

โ€œHeโ€™s not okay,โ€ I replied coldly. โ€œHe died three years ago.โ€

The phone slipped from Jacksonโ€™s hands, clattering to the floor. The screen flickered before reviving. He looked as if he might collapse. โ€œDead? Why didnโ€™t I know? Why didnโ€™t you tell me?!โ€

โ€œHow do you think I feel?โ€ I retorted. โ€œHas anyone in your family ever cared about him?โ€

Jackson trembled, too ashamed to meet my gaze. I recalled meeting his parents and cautiously inquiring about siblings. Theyโ€™d dismissed the question with a wave: โ€œNo.โ€ Jackson himself had said, โ€œThere used to be one, but you can consider him dead.โ€ When I pressed further, heโ€™d slammed a bowl down, warning, โ€œWe donโ€™t speak of him in this family.โ€ Heโ€™d resented Joseph for escaping, for becoming the new target of their neglect.

โ€œSave your crocodile tears,โ€ I said. โ€œDo you really think he ended up in the Nyara Republic by choice? Itโ€™s all because of your family.โ€ Jackson abruptly ended the call.

A few days later, his parents appeared at my door, saying Jackson had disappeared. They explained how heโ€™d returned home that day and gone on a rampage, destroying everything. Heโ€™d blamed them for the tragedies, saying that if they hadnโ€™t forced Joseph to leave, he would never have gone to the Nyara Republic, never met me, never died. Everything was connected, heโ€™d said, inextricably. Heโ€™d confessed that his repressed emotions had led him to mistakenly believe heโ€™d fallen for Sara, causing him to miss his chance with me.

Nothing could be undone. Jackson subsequently quit his hospital job and vanished.

โ€œZoey! How can you blame us?โ€ his parents pleaded. โ€œWe just wanted our son to make more money. We told him to stay at the hospital, but he wouldnโ€™t listen. Now look whatโ€™s happenedโ€”heโ€™s gone! Isnโ€™t this all his own doing? How could Jackson be angry with us? Weโ€™re his parents!โ€

โ€œPlease, help us bring him back! Weโ€™ve already lost one son; we canโ€™t lose another!โ€

I couldnโ€™t bear it any longer. I hurled my phone down. โ€œGet out!โ€ I screamed. โ€œYou donโ€™t deserve to be parents!โ€

Devastated, I returned to the familiar forest. I sat beneath a large tree, watching sunlight filter through the leaves as I hugged my knees.

Though the Nyara Republic had yielded only a brief encounter, I imagined how suffocated Joseph must have felt in that household. Heโ€™d initially listed his partner as his emergency contact with Mรฉdecins Sans Frontiรจres, but later changed it to me. He never wanted his family to know about his struggles. Despite his dysfunctional family, heโ€™d become an incredibly kind, gentle, and selfless person.

The thought filled my heart with overwhelming sadness.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rustled the trees, and something fell, striking my forehead. I picked it upโ€”a dog tag. Aid workers in conflict zones often carry them for identification. I assumed it belonged to a soldier, but upon closer inspection, I saw โ€œJosephโ€ engraved on its surface.

My heart stopped. I traced the name, unable to believe it. How could this be? Why would Josephโ€™s tag be here?

Chapter 18


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