"Jerrim??!" I yelled, trudging through the sand. "Uhg where did you go…” I wanted to be mad at him for running away, his problems would never be solved if he didnt do anything about it anyways. I wanted to find him and yell at him, to tell him that Estelle wasnt good for him and he could find somone better. I wanted to tell him that he was one of the smartest people working on this project, and that he could deal with this drama. I just wanted to make sure he got it through his head that he was being dramatic and he needed to deal with it head on but the thing is- he was probably right. This was all her fault, and Jerrim isn't the type of person to be able to forget and move on quickly. This project meant everything to him, and I had hoped that he would have somone to stay by his side all the way through it, but instead, he got dumped and he was probably a mess at this point.

As i walked over the small sand dune, i noticed another run down building. ‘How had we not noticed this before??’ I thought. It seemed to be one story, and half of it was buried in sand, the other seeming to crumble.

“Jerrim! Jerrim its gonna be okay! This exposition is going so smoothly, your doing such a good job! Dont let Estelles stupid actions ruin this opportunity you have!” I ducked under and through the crumbling doorway, until i realized how intact this place truly was, compared to all the other ruins in this area. “How did he find this place…?” I mumbled to myself, continuing to scan around the room. “Listen i know your going to try and deal with this youself, just like you always do, but you need to remember that im still here! You cant get rid of me that easily.”

“Oh i know, trust me ive tried.” I wuickle spun around to see him, staring out a small window in the corner of an extra little side room. “I…i dont think i have the energy or endurance to keep going May..” he looked at me with a small, forced smile, a tear going down his face.

“I told you not to call me that.” I said firmly.

“What happened to wanting to make me feel better?” He sighed, letting out a slight laugh. “I want to keep going, trust me i do…but i cant go through this again…this heartbreak..”

I wanted to slap him. Tell him to ‘suck it up’ to ‘stop being a child’. But in doing that would just be saying to him ‘i dont care’. I walked over to him, and sat near him on the broken down window seat. The way he sat there all by himself, reminded me of the days when he was s child, scared that the world would keep turning on him. Thinking about it, i never comforted him in that- instead, i let him suffer alone and tried to make him toughen up. I wondered why he would end up liking girls who were clearly not right for him, but now I realize he just wanted- no he probably needed somone to be there for him, and i was never kind enough to even do that.

“Jerrim i-“

“No i know what your going to say.”

“Jerrim listen-“

“I need to stop acting like a child-“

“JERRIM!” I yelled, staring him dead in the eye. “Your right…”

“Right about what…?”

“You had been teasing me for so long but i…didnt care…”

“Are you okay May?” This time i stayed quiet and looked at him- darn it now i was tearing up.

“I think i….I-I….” I stopped. What I wanted to say was so out there that it didn't seem real enough to say aloud.

"I know you want to help me, and I know how stubborn you are so doing that might be hard I get it." I was thankful he said that but it's not what I meant... "Though as long as your here... I will still try to finish this project I started."

"Yeah...yeah that sounds good. " I was thankful he was going to keep trying but....eh, I'll figure it out late I guess.

"MJ!? JERRIM?? I'm pretty sure they went this way guys-" I could here Jason yelling from outside. I had one moment where I might've realized something about myself- and it was the one moment I think I wouldn've allowed myself to say it, but that moments over ig so...Oh well.