I woke up alone today. It wasn't right. It was god damn horrible. There was, however, a note, and I couldn't help but to think of Tom's notes. My note. My almost ending. I scambled to pick up the little scrap of paper and quickly read Jack's odd handwriting. &quot;&quot;bAbe, ill Be bacK -- i pROmise. no Worries. i LoVE YOu. jacKIepoo :] &quot;&quot; what. the. fuck?! This was not like him. What was I supposed to do without him? Oh god, have I become one of those filthy pathetic women who can't function without their husbands. Wait, he's not my husband.. I shook my head and gripped the counter for support. The kitchen itself seemed to be spinning. I ran outside, walked the beach for hours. The waves crashing no longer seemed calm and lullalby like, but like coma breathing or the world crashing. Jesus, where is Jack? I sank to the sand the curled up in my salty blanket on the verge of tears. How pathetic. Someone tapped my shoulder and I hastily sucked all the running snot back up my nose. &quot;Ashley?&quot; 2008-02-26T21:19:00Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/22577 <p>Jack? Is it Jack?</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/22577?basename=43957 2008-02-26T21:19:00Z Blusparrow http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow