*August 8, 2013*
*Thursday*
I wake up sprawled in bed over the blankets my cheeks feel crusty from the salty tears that I couldn’t stop last night. I read the letter and I couldn’t stop. I read the letter and I couldn’t help myself. I think I gave Alex a near heart attack. I slide out of bed and walk into the bathroom, and strip down to shower.
I shower letting myself stand in the hot water for what seems like hours. I manage to pull myself out of the shower, I dress myself in a Black tank top and sweatpants several sizes too big. I step out into the bedroom area. Jack sits on my bed and smiles up at me weakly.
“Hey.” I sigh and look down
“What happened last night?” Jack frowns, his eyebrows furrowed. I run a hand through my hair and lean against the doorframe.
“Nothing, just memories.” I look down at him and try to keep a straight face,
“Care to tell me?” He looks back and leans on his hands getting comfortable.
“Jack, I already told you.” I sigh and dare a quick glance up at him,
“When?”
“four years ago.” He looks at me confused
“I don’t understand.” He leans back up resting his elbows on his knees watching me intently.
“She gave you the letter she wrote four years ago.” Alex stands leaning in the doorway to the hall.
“How long have you been standing there?” I snap at him harsher then I expected.
“Just long enough to know what’s going on.” He looks at me with an apologetic expression.
“Then Alex can you tell me what’s going on?” Jack gives him a look that is almost threatening.
“I don’t know if that’s my place.” He pauses, “Hanna can probably just tell you.” I look down at his hands which hold my letter to him.
“Can we not do this right now?” My voice is higher then usual, and it sounds stressed. Jack looks at me a little bit surprised.
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to pity me.” I say simply before turning to walk out the door. Alex steps out of my way as I walk past, “I’m making breakfast.” I say just loud enough for both of them to hear.
I walk into the kitchen and lean against the counter, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I don’t need to get upset and cry over anything, or anyone. I manage to pull myself together long enough to walk over to the fridge and pull out some eggs and bacon. I make enough food for five people expecting to have leftovers. Jack probably doesn’t cook much so it’ll be good for him to have something to heat up.
“Nice!” I hear Jacks voice behind me. Alex and him must have been sitting in there for a while.
“Thanks, get Alex in here so he can eat too.” I smile back at him, Jack walks over and reaches over my shoulder picking a piece of egg out of the pan popping it in his mouth.
“Oh, no Alex went down a floor to Rian’s place. They’re making plans with Matt.” He continues to reach around me pulling plates out of the cupboards setting it all out on the counter next to me.
“Hanna. I understand if you don’t want to tell me what’s going on in that letter. I want you to be the one to tell me when you’re ready.” Jack leans on the counter and raises his eyebrows at me.
“Thanks Jack.” I smile at him and look down plating up the food.
“And to prove it to you.” Jack gets up and pulls the letter out of his back pocket, he drops it into the sink and pulls out a matchbox lighting a match. I watch as he drops it into the sink. The paper slowly burns, the sink slightly damp.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” I laugh, Jack looks at me and raises an eyebrow,
“Wait, Seriously?” He looks disbelieving, “You seriously just watched me burn that for no reason?” I smile a bit and laugh.
“It’s not a big deal, I wrote that when I was in middle school, my Dad lost his job around then, my mom and him started arguing a lot.” I look down at the plates and lean on the counter, “There weren’t many opportunities for him, and he got into drugs.”

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