It's been four years since I last saw Jeff. During that time, a lot happened.
The police went on the case of who killed Jeff's family. They asked me if I knew anything. I said no. But, eventually, they found out it was Jeff. And now everyone is looking for him.
I printed out all the pictures of Jeff and I, and keep them in a scrapbook. Along with newspaper articles of Jeff's murders.
I visit Liu's grave when I get the chance, though most of the time I just sit there in silence.
Most people have shunned me for having relations with Jeff, including Alyssa. They think I'll snap and join him.
The three kids that Jeff killed were honored in a school assembly. I didn't go though, those kids attacked Jeff, and burned him alive. I will never forgive them for that.
Their families found out that I didn't go, they moved.
I've gotten better in my cooking skills, and well on my way to becoming a chef.
I applied for a culinary school. I got in, but one of my required supplies is a knife set, which i don't have.
Or, rather, didn't have until recently.
About a week ago, I left my window open. The next morning I woke up and found a knife set by my bed. It had a note on it.
Dear Nicole , It read.
I know you want to be a chef. Chefs need knives, right? So here's a little present from me to you. I hope you reach your dream. I miss you, but now I have more friends, so I'm not very lonely. Still haven't been caught yet, I plan to keep it that way. See you again, hopefully, sometime in the future.
Sweet Dreams,
Jeff
