Lonely Together II (Sequel)

Chapter 29

Dear Jess,

I would call you, but you never answer. Writing this letter was the only other way I could think of getting in touch with you.

These past two weeks have been nothing but miserable for me. All I've done is pack my things and think about you. You have no idea how much I miss you, Jess.

I found an old t-shirt of yours when I was packing. I was going to send it to you, but I couldn't bring myself to. It smelt like you, and I figured it was the closest to you I would ever be again.

The rain has been crazy, huh? It's rained five days in a row now, and all I could think about was you and how you loved how the ocean looked when it rained. I miss that.

I finally got to tour my new apartment in Manhattan. It's beautiful, Jess. It's on the thirty-third floor and has an amazing view of the city. It has a balcony too, which I know is something you love. It also has a huge closet in my room, and a bath. It's exactly what you've always dreamed of, Jess. The only thing missing is you.

The guy who sold it to me is going to let me live there for free for the first three months, or until the pay from my new job starts to kick in. Maybe you could fly up here and come see it sometime. It'd mean the world to me if you did.

My job is right across the street. It's kind of like a bar, and they want me to play live music there. The pay is way more than I thought it would be, and it's my dream job. I guess everything is starting to fall into place, but it doesn't feel like it.

I'm still in Hampstead for another ten days. Please, if you ever want to stop by and say hi, do it. I'll be here.

I really hope you'll let me see you before I leave. I can't believe that this is the way things are now, and I don't wake up to you every morning. It feels so different not seeing you everyday. I hate it.

Well, I guess this is the end. But hey, answer my calls every once in awhile, will you? No strings attached, I just want to hear your voice.

And no matter how you feel about me, or New York, or any of this in general, just know that I'm never going to get over you,

and I still love you.

- Justin
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"Jess, I'm taking out the trash, is there anything in here you want me to grab?"

"Yes," I groaned. "Here, you can take all of this," I shuffled through the numerous amount of bills and papers that were scattered across my desk at the shop.

Jamie walked over and started to slide all of it off of my desk and into a garbage bag. I was so behind at work that I didn't even know where to begin. I've never been so stressed in my life.

I was typing on my computer when I saw Jamie grab an envelope that said "Jess" in big, bold letters on the front.

"Wait!" I said a little too loudly.

She froze. "What?"

I stared at the envelope in her hand. "Um, sorry," I faked a laugh, grabbing the envelope out of her hand. "I don't want that one to be thrown away."

"Oh, no problem," she stood tall and glanced around the room. "Is that all you wanted to be picked up?"

I nodded eagerly, feeling myself grow hot. "Yeah, thanks Jamie."

She smiled at me and walked out with the garbage bag, shutting my door behind her.

I sighed heavily, laying the letter down on my desk. I felt a lump in the back of my throat just looking at it. I finally sat down in my seat and opened the envelope, feeling my heart break at the sight of Justin's handwriting. I read it for the third time today, and I still felt the same unusual feeling inside no matter how many times I read it.