My heart shattered into a million pieces and everything finally made sense. The authorities didn’t take Jackson because he broke quarantine, they took him because he was infected. I then knew that I cared for Jackson in an unexplainable way.. Even apart could I still feel the warmth of his presence even if we only ever saw each other through a screen. That’s when I took matters into my own hands and rushed back home in order to donate the bracelets Jackson and I made to help his family fundraise.
Overtime, the cost of the medical bills were fulfilled by the friendship bracelet fundraising. Jackson got better but still needed to spend his time in the hospital.
Months go by and Jackson was finally discharged and quarantined again. It was like deja vu. Jackson and I began video chatting and making friendship bracelets, again, while also planning our in-person dates so we could make even more friendship bracelets together.
It is now 20 years from then and we are still together. This is our story. A million friendship bracelets later (and counting), we have our own non-profit organization where we sell friendship bracelets in order to fundraise for those who don’t have medical insurance of their own. It’s safe to say Jackson is still in love with the idea of teaching others to make friendship bracelets, in the same way that I am still in love with the idea of him teaching others to make friendship bracelets -- as he once taught me. And his brown fluffy, bouncy hair of course.