He checks the message and groans.<br/><br/>"How could she be so blind..." His frustration gets the better of him, leaning forward, he smacks his palm against his temple, tugging at his rugged hair. He'd lost a little weight recently, but it wasn't noticable. If anything, it made his muscles look more emphasised so he used it to his advantage.<br/><br/>Jared didn't text back for a while. He simply sat and stared at the passing people, smoking cigarette after cigarette. Closing his eyes, he finally picked his phone up again, and texted her back.<br/><br/><em>Grace, just stop. I know you want to help, but just can't. This is one thing I have to go through alone. One thing I have to take to my early grave with me</em><br/><br/>His finger pressed send before he had read through his reply. But he was beyond caring. If she cared, then she would come over. If she didn't, then it would be all over tonight. And that, he promised himself.