The Letter

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"Jordan, what'cha up to?" Tom entered my room and placed his hands on the back of my chair. I continued writing attempting to hide a little bit of my neat handwriting.
"Oh I'm just writing a letter." I replied smoothly.
About how sorry I am
"To who?" Tom asked, his fingers drumming the back of my chair.
"Oh just a friend." I smiled up at him.
It's to you
"What's it about?"
"It's just a quick apology for something I did."
It's about how sorry I am. To Sonja, to Tucker, to Wag, to everyone. But especially to you.
"Are you going to mention how amazing and perfect I am?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Yeah, I guess I could include a bit of that."
You are amazing Tom. I wish I wasn't such a burden to you.
"Well tell them I said hi then." And with that Tom walked out on the last time he would ever see Jordan Maron alive.

|-/Hours Later\-|
Tom gazed through eyes filled with tears, effectively blurring out the pain in the world around him. He had been given a paper by the officials who had taken Jordan's body but had yet to read it. Slowly he tore open the envelope and the first line broke his heart.
Hey Tom. You told me earlier to say hi to you. I'm sorry. This isn't a 'hi'. This is a goodbye.

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