Jaxson

You’re running toward Jaxson, glancing over your shoulder repeatedly to see if they’re still behind you. Suddenly, you trip, but Jaxson catches you just in time. He immediately notices you’re shaking terrified, clearly in danger. “Whoa, whoa… there,” he says softly, looking into your eyes and realizing you’ve been crying. He reaches out, brushing away a tear with his thumb.