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The day started out as usual.
Caine's unnecessary loud voice.
Kinger's nonsensical questions.
And Jax's irritating activities.
It was one of the most intriguing questions in all the circus.
Why he was such a bitch, that is.
Today, while climbing a mountain, he decided to trip Ragatha.
Ragatha, poor, poor Ragatha.
Her days were filled to the brim with monotonous pain.
Did you know she misses the old you?
When he made her fall, though, in a heartbeat, something went wrong.
To the normal eye, it would just seem like a mistake.
A rag doll falling off a cliff.
Then why did he save her?
Their eyes met for a brief second.
He held her hand tight, stopping her from falling.
No one else saw the way he looked at
Except for Ragatha herself.
Jax quickly moved, leaving her on the floor, shocked.
What was going on?
Ragatha thought about it until she slept, and in her dreams, she thought about it too.
She finally discovered it, though, by the morning when Jax avoided looking at her.
It was love.