"You’ve been defeated."

“Damn it!” Jack muttered, yanking off his headphones and tossing them aside. He leaned back in frustration, running a hand through his hair. What’s wrong with me? I can’t focus on anything.

With a sigh, he stepped out onto the porch. The night air was cool against his skin as he lifted his gaze to the sky. The moon hung quietly above, soft and steady. A small smile curved his lips.

I wonder what she’s doing right now...

Should I call her?

She’s probably ...