Kai Smith x Female reader

Epilogue

Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery 

(I really wanted this to have Banana Fish vibes :D Fun fact I didn't cry the first time I watched it but balled my eyes out the second) 

I stood in the freezing air. Or maybe it was just me that felt cold. When I looked behind me, Nya was gone, blended into the oil painting that was the crowd. 

My hands shook, sweating. How was I supposed to react after all this time? I scoffed, trying to brush it off. It was just a note. Probably a small thank-you to what I gave him in his last moments. Not much. 

I unraveled my earbuds and stuffed them in my ears, huffing as I switched the songs until I found one I liked. 

I began my way down the street to find warmth in some nearby store. The temptation to open the letter and read it now was agonizing, but something was keeping me back. I didn't want to. Not yet. Not yet. 

But what if...? Shaking my head, I closed my eyes. I hate this. It was pointless to hope. Without opening the letter, I crumpled it and chucked it to the side, throwing my concerns, hopes and dreams away as well. 

~ 

A new job was at the top of my priorities now that I could get out of bed without moping around the house all day. It was still hard, but I was proud that I could. It was a start. On my way down from the apartment, I decided to check the mail for the first time in a long while. It was overflowing with junk and flyers. 

I flipped through meaningless garbage before coming across a letter addressed to me, handwritten and all. 

"Who hand-writes their letters anymore?" I muttered, ripping open the envelope. Dropping the rest of the junk mail into the trash, I made my way back upstairs, trying to guess whoever might have sent me this. 

When I made my way back into my apartment, I saw the crinkled parchment paper and knew right away what it was. 

"How the fuck..?" Kai's letter wouldn't stop chasing me. It would not leave me the hell alone. 

My hands shook with anticipation. I could toss it out the window for someone else to find, but it would just grow legs and mail itself back to me, would it not? I checked the address it came from. Nya. Nya Smith found the letter, found my address, and mailed me the damn thing. 

Written on the lip of the envelope were words scribbled in fancy handwriting that read: 'Trust me, you'll want to see this. Have you really found closure? Or are you just moving on?' 

I groaned, throwing my head back. I really did want to see this. Badly. 

Without another hesitation, I ripped the envelope to shreds and pulled the paper out. My name was written carefully on it. Carefully, but the script was still messy. When had he written this? 

Darling when I'm fast asleep I've seen this person watching me saying

"Is it worth it? Is it?" I whispered, unfolding it with too much care. 

Guess there is something, and there is nothing. There is nothing in between. 

I gasped, my eyes filling to tears within instants of reading the first sentence. My eyes skimmed down, devouring the paragraphs like I was starving. In a way, I was. There was an address listed at the bottom. Grabbing my jacket, I darted out the door, my shoes halfway on my feet by the time I was out of the building.