JAXSON
It has been rough these past few weeks. If I'm being honest, it's been rough for the past few months. Every day felt like dragging a weight behind me, something heavy and invisible that refused to leave me alone.
Christmas was lonely and sad. The house felt too quiet, almost hollow. Not like how it used to be when Dad was alive. Back then, Christmas felt annoying but perfect—noise everywhere, music blasting, drunk laughter, Dad forcing everyone into dumb traditions he claimed made us “bond.” I used to roll my eyes at him, but now I’d give anything to hear him shouting again.
This year, it was nothing like that.
Cole and I drank and smoked the whole night, passing the bottle back and forth without saying much. Ryder was at the club handling things Dad used to take care of—money,
