Far Away

A week later

I finished up my journal entry for the day. I wrote about how different it was not having Jack at work. All of a sudden, my eyes were watering. Think. What did I do during a breakdown before? Well...I'd go to Jack but he isn't here. I buried my head in my pillow. I can't believe it. He's actually gone.

I cried into my pillow. What else could I do? 

I heard a creak as the door opened. 

"Davey?" Les said.

I tried to get myself together. "Oh, hey Les."

"What's up with you? Why are you crying?"

"Ummmm...it's nothing really."

Les didn't seem convinced. "You know you can't mope around this room all night. We share a bed."

"I know, I just need a moment."

 I wrapped myself in the blanket like a burrito. I guess it didn't hit me until now that Jack and I may never see eachother again. There are so many things I wish I told him. How will I even go without him? Will he even get the letter I sent? I don't know exactly where he lives. The only way he'd get it is by some miracle.

I got myself together, then I went to visit Medda's theater. Surely some theater could cheer me up. 

"Hi, Miss Medda!" I said.

"Well hello again. It's been awhile," Medda replied.

"It had. How's the theater going?" I asked.

"Pretty good all things considered. Say, would you be able to help with set pieces?"

"I-I don't know. I'm not really an artist but I could try."

I went to the set pieces. All I could see was Jack. I could still hear his voice in my head. I never realized how much I'd miss hearing his voice until he left. I bit my lip and tried to hold back the tears, but I couldn't fight it. 

I didn't get anything done. I just sat in front of the set pieces remembering when I'd visit him here. We had good times together. I'd give anything to see his face again. I saw a painting peaking out in between the others. I reached for it and pulled it out. 

It was a painting of him and me. It said Seize the Day at the top. We were hugging from the side. It must've been from the strike. 

"Miss Medda?" I said.

"Yes?"

"Did Jack leave this here?"

"He must've. Wanna keep it? He's not coming back."

I nodded.

When I got home, I hung it up next to my bed. I may not have him with me, but I have this to remember him.