Who:Jack and Buffy What: He feels like he's gonna snap. Getting out. When: Not long after the graffiti. Where: generic mc.meeting place. Warnings: TBA.
He didn't know what to feel anymore. He tried to put on the strong mask, the everything's okay-handling it and dealing-mask. But it was starting to crack. The ranger couldn't sleep, he couldn't even eat lately, and now if he stayed in that room of his any longer he felt like he was going to break apart and like he was being torn in two. He wasn't handling it as well as he wanted everyone to think. Kira's death haunted him. He felt responsible and it was consuming him. No matter what they said. He felt like it was his fault she wasn't strong enough to survive. If her heart hadn't been broken that time he met with Charlie maybe she'd still have a fighting spirit, and would have survived.
He felt anger. Hatred. But mostly? Emptiness. It was a sickening feeling. To hate someone so much was wearing on him. Jack didn't know how to cope except with a distraction. If he fell apart now, that would be the end. He couldn't afford it. So he kept pushing himself but it was breaking him. He felt like there was this hole inside him that couldn't be filled, loneliness was just eating away at it and making it worse. So he waited and hoped Buffy would be quick.