Did you forget me {Jonathan Toews}

Chapter 9

** VERY IMPORTANT you kind of have to read this to fully understand what happens in the rest of the book so I would highly suggest not skipping over it because it's an A/N. So slight clarification, Violet and Jon (and their families) are both fluent in French, and Violet and her parents and brother are fluent in German (ties to the whole relative from Germany thing) so there will be times when the characters will be speaking in one or both of the two languages. This does have a point, which you'll hopefully realize when it actually happens. Seeing as it would be extremely confusing and difficult to have dialogue actually in the languages, I will indicate if they are talking in a different language by italicizing it. I will also tell you before-hand what language it is, which is also relevant. It will also clarify that they're actually speaking another language and it ins't a flashback because those will be italicized too. Anyways, just a heads up so you'll understand later on. Make my day and click that star! Enjoy!

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When I make it back up to my room, I send a quick text to Elina to tell her I can't make it. Even though I would love to see everyone, today has been way too exhausting for that to actually happen. I also don't think I could handle seeing "Cali-girl" without having a mental breakdown. I keep trying to get myself to stop hoping she's a bitch, even though it will be easier to justify my growing dislike for the girl. I feel bad that I'm already judging her so harshly, but I honestly thought I was prepared for this. I guess accepting something and living it are just two totally different things.

I eventually make my way into the shower, hoping that the soothing hot water will calm me.

And it works, until I climb into bed, where memories push painfully behind my eyes and carve their stories into my face. And while nostalgia leaves invisible scars, the one on my side is all too real, and I have come to hate what it represents. I hate how one scar can bring me back to the exact moment that my life was forever altered, how one line of raised skin symbolizes everything. How that one jagged mark caused all of this, caused me to lose him.

I pray that sleep will claim me so the images that are playing uncontrollably in my head will cease. However, when I am finally able to drift off into sleep, my dreams drown in the past and my future is a nightmare.

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A few days have passed since that day Jon and I actually talked face to face.  Since then we have been texting occasionally, but haven't really been talking about everything. We've both been pretty caught up with work, him bringing the Cup all over the place with the team while I edit and submit pictures I've taken over the years to my boss.

However, today I finally dug out that tiny envelope that was inside the first letter that I gave Jon, and I am now on my way to retrieve the rest of the letters.

A.k.a. the emotional breakdown waiting to happen.

Inside the little envelope is the address for a P.O. box in the city, and a key to get into the box. This is where I had all of the letters sent while I was gone, because Jon was in the process of moving when I left and I didn't want to risk the letters not getting to him. Which, in hindsight, is what ended up happening by using the P.O. box. Just another item on my List of Royal Screw-Ups. Yup, I have one of those. It's also much longer than I would like it to be.

Tomorrow I'm leaving for Winnipeg finally, and I really need to grab these letters before I leave. Later today will be way too busy to do it, seeing as today is the day of the Stanley Cup Parade. Jon invited me to ride on the bus with him and LV (I've taken to referring to her as that because it's just easier to handle... still trying to think of a better nickname but I guess I'm the only one who would know it anyways) but I really don't want to have to be trapped on top of a moving vehicle with a woman who may possibly have the desire to kill me.