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.
””bAbe,
ill Be bacK—i pROmise. no Worries. i LoVE YOu.
jacKIepoo :] ””
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.
“Ashley?”