Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 6- The Letter

A/N: Gah ok here come the feels. Didn't cry when I typed it though. Success:) Just picture your own parents saying this, and play the freakin song. Warning: may cause sadness. But then happiness. Just a whole bucket of feels:)

Ali,

If you are reading this, then something went wrong. I hope that never happens. I hope we wrote this letter for no reason at all, and that we lived to see you grow up and get married and live a long happy life. So if you are reading this, I'm sorry we had to go. I'm so sorry we couldn't be there for you. In either case, there are some things you should know. Things that we probably haven't told you yet. I'll try to keep it brief.

Boys are stupid. They are dumb and often annoying, but sometimes you find one that isn't quite so bad. I hope that when you find that one, you snatch him up right away. And wear the ring in this envelope at your wedding. The other one is for your brother, if he wants it.

Money shouldn't rule your life. If you're happy, you are doing something right. So do what you love. Don't change for others, because you if you are happy, you are perfect. Use yourself for something great, Ali, because you are truly amazing. You are smart and wonderful, and that shouldn't go to waste.

Alright, enough of the life morals. The most important thing we have to tell you is that we love you. We always have and we always will and I hope you know that. So we'll be watching out for you, where ever we may be. And don't let us hold you back. You can do this. Do amazing things baby girl.

-Mom and Dad

The paper floats out of my hands and onto the ground. I just stare at the wall in front of me, tears streaming down my face. How can I do this on my own? How can I go on like this? I'm alone. I have no family anymore. No one for my children to call Grandma. Not on my side, anyways. I honestly don't know how I'm supposed to do this. My heart feels heavy, heavier than it's ever felt. I don't even notice how badly I'm shaking, or how my mouth hangs open in a silent scream. I just want them here. I need my parents. "I need you mommy. I need you daddy." I whisper, burying my face in my hands. "I can't do this on my own." I continue through a sob. I stare at the envelope through a blur of tears. I pick it up carefully, and pull out the female ring inside. It's simple, a gold band with a diamond. Simple, but it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I can feel them in it. More vibrant than I thought possible. It only makes my sorrow greater. I set it down carefully, like the most precious thing I've ever held. I run my hands through my loose and disheveled hair, tears dripping off of my chin. "I can't do this n my own." I repeat, and choke back a sob. I try to take a deep breath, because it literally feels like I'm suffocating. Then I feel a light brush on my shoulder, like a fluttering touch. I should jump up, or be startled. But it feels warm, and familiar. I look behind me, but no one is there. The presence is gone as quickly as it came, leaving me feeling a bit more whole. The warm feeling linger on my shoulder, and I stop crying quite so hard. I wipe some of the tears out of my eyes, and take a deep breath; my lungs finally free enough to do so. My eyes fall on the ring again. I can only hope Jordan will put it on my finger someday. I'm still just in love with him as I was before, maybe even more so. My parents were absolutely right; there are some that aren't so bad. I touch my shoulder lightly, remembering the warmth "Thanks Mom." I whisper. I know she was there. I might sound crazy, but I know. And I'm grateful for that final goodbye.

I start to put back some of the documents, sealing away my feelings and memories with them. When I close this box, I will move on. I won't linger on them forever, just as they asked me to do. I will never forget them. But I will move on. I hear the door open down the hall and quickly dry off my face a bit more. He walks out quietly and sits beside me on the couch. "You ok?" I press my lips together and nod. He picks the letter up off the ground and sets it on the table gently. I take a deep breath, avoiding looking at it, afraid I will spiral downwards again. "You are incredibly strong Ali." He says softly, taking the ring between his thumb and forefinger. I sigh "On the outside." He shakes his head. "No, everywhere. Most people would be absolutely broken by now." I shrug, and he sets the ring back down carefully. He glances at me, just looking. "Who said I wasn't broken?" I say emptily, staring at the ring. He suddenly wraps me in his arms, and I can't find it in myself to resist. I'm not able to cry anymore. I think it's physically impossible. So I just bury my face in his shoulder, breathing in and out slowly. "Jordan I don't think you have any idea how much you help me." I whisper, and he pulls back to look at me. "We're in this together, just like I said. It's obviously meant to be that way. I'm perfectly ok with that." He says, a slight grin on his face. I smile too, but my mind is still elsewhere. "Where are they buried Jordan?" He sighs "The hospital told me in the orchard at your grandparents old farm." I nod, swallowing hard.

"And my brother?" I ask, still under the firm belief that he is also dead. He struggles for a moment, face twisting briefly. "I was waiting for the right time to tell you." A slight spark of hope lights again. But I still refuse to believe it. "He's alive Ali. He survived the crash." My heart leaps to what must be as high as it can go, and nothing else matters. "But he's in a coma. Just like you were."

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-Argo