ex - j.g

fifteen;

gilinsky;

it was the end of the funeral, and everything was done. karen mendez had officially been said goodbye to and everyone was struggling to hold back any stray tears that weren't let out during the day.

isabelle was beside me in the car, as we were driving back to her house. her and alexandra have been arguing about what to do with the house – sell it, or keep it and rent, or even have alexandra and her boyfriend live in it.

anyway, she is so silent in the car and it's bothering me to the slightest.

"hey, uh, jack?" she speaks up after a few moments.

as we're at the red light, i look at her, "yeah?"

"can, can we go get a coffee really quick?" she says and points to the nearest coffee cafe.

i nod, "yeah sure. drive thru okay?"

she nods in response, "i have something to give you, so i don't want to fall asleep."

"alright." i mumble while thinking about what it could be.

> >

isabelle was quiet from the moment she got her coffee, to now, at her house. she told me to sit down on the couch because she has to give me something.

was i a little intrigued? yeah.
but...
was i a little nervous? yeah.

she came back down the stairs, now ten minutes later, looking the same and acting the same.

"so, i wasn't ever supposed to give this to you, jack. my mom was very persistent on the fact that one day, when she thought it was time, she would give it to you herself. i haven't read the note with it, but i think she would want you to have this." she hands me a small box and an envelope, "i'll be in the kitchen."

"no." i say and grab hold of her wrist, "stay here."

she sits down beside me, but i speak up again, "sit on my lap, izz."

isabelle groans with annoyance and gets up, but soon places herself on my lap.

i open the envelope. i could easily tell that isabelle wasn't watching, but i have no idea why.

my fingers glide through the sealed part of the paper to open it up, and soon i find a couple pages of what is a letter from karen mendez.