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𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗦(𝗦);
❝𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲/𝐧.❞

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Not a glimpse of or a word from John B in almost a week.

When the news came, he bailed, and none of us have heard from, much less caught a glimpse of him since then. Every text and call, dodged, every knock on the door, ignored, every beg and plea from us through the door to just let us in, shut out. If he won't listen, then I hope he'll at least read what I have to say.

Instead of announcing my presence like every other time I had marched up the old wooden deck stairs, I knocked three times, shut the envelope in between the screen door, hopped in my car, and drove away.

John B's POV

I haven't gotten out of bed all day and didn't plan on doing so either until a knock on the door startled me from my daze.

After dragging my feet to the door I sighed and opened the door "Look, I love you guys, but-" a rather bulky envelope fell to the ground where there usually would have been someone standing to come in.

It was quite heavy, for an envelope anyways, and there was no return address, or even any information on the white paper, just "Read Please" scrawled across the wrong side, in messy black ink.

I slumped back onto my bed and rested my elbows on my knees, examining the letter casing a little bit more before tearing the seal open.

Inside were four folded pieces of computer paper and a baggy with some wrapped items in it. I decided to start with the papers. It was a letter, several letters, the pages numbered so to be read in order.

Dear John B,

There's a whole lot I'd like to talk to you about, preferably in person but if you're not ready for that yet then this will have to do.

First of all, I'd like to start by saying that we all love and care about you, we wouldn't be annoying you so much if we didn't. Do you know how hard it was to convince JJ to not break into your house? Let me tell you, it was not a walk in the park. Unless aliens were shooting at you with their saucers, angry fishermen throwing jellyfish at you, and a hungry pride of lions chasing you, all while an earthquake was shaking the earth.
P.S. I know you laughed at that, don't pretend you didn't you dork.

It was true, a smile had crept onto my face and a few breathy laughs had managed to break the long lasted chain streak of silence that had blanked my house.

Kiara just keeps saying that, "You'll come to us when you're ready." And as much as the rest of us are trying to respect that, it's hard. It's hard knowing your hurting and won't let any of us help you. It feels like you've been trapped in a garage and are oblivious to the serial killer coming towards you with a gun, and all we can do is yell and scream from the outside even though we know you can't hear a thing. We feel helpless JB. We want to help, we want you to feel better, we want you to smile and laugh and live again.

And Pope, well, Pope is being Pope, minus the small amount of sanity he was holding onto. I saw him smoking with JJ the other day. He got so wasted the other night. He showed up at my door and went on and on about how blessed we all are to have you. And he's right you know. We are so extremely blessed to have you. Your sweet, and funny, and witty, and courageous, and brave, and just so lovable. Oh shit. I just said that. And I said that too. And I have no eraser. Oh well, I guess I might as well kill two birds with one stone, I love you John Booker. Like a lot. Like more than a friend. And I am really struggling with you hurting. I've been trying my best to stay strong for everyone else but I'm not doing so good. I would give anything for you to be okay again. Even if it was just for a little while. Please, please, don't keep shutting us out. I understand that you need time, but we're all here and we're all waiting for as long as it takes for you to open up that damn door and talk to us. It's going to be okay bub. It may not seem like it at the moment, but it's going to be okay. Your strong, so incredibly strong, your gonna get through this, and you've got the strongest support system to help you. So, when you're ready, you know where to find me. My phone is always on.

Love, y/n

That was unexpected. I expected it to be like a death threat from JJ if I didn't show myself soon. y/n wasn't really the super sensitive, open with her feelings type so this was different. But, I can't say that I didn't enjoy reading it.

I couldn't sit here rereading it all day, so instead I set the letter to the side and opened the bag, shaking the contents out, and unwrapping the smaller one, it was a necklace. A small chain with a piece of sea glass from y/n's collection. It was unpolished, a beautiful cloudy white. The second was another sandwich bag with a considerable amount of cash, I clasped the necklace around my neck and grabbed the money, putting it in my sock drawer for safekeeping, and grabbed my phone.

I selected the name I was looking for after scrolling in my contacts and the phone didn't ring twice before a beautiful voice answered the phone.

"Hello?"