The Result of an Andrews Boy

Black Envelopes

Jay's P.O.V.

Bridget hands me a black envelope.

Her eyes blood shot and looking as if she hasn't had hours or days of sleep. Her hair is a mess and her cheeks are stained with black.

She reminds me of her.

"She wanted you to have this." She chokes out before her hand flies to her mouth to hold back a sob.

I carefully reach out and take it from her. "Thanks." I say or mumble. I can't tell anymore.

"She loved you. You know that right?" Bridget says.

"No she di-"

"She did Jay. You meant more to her than you think. She just builds walls that we can't tear down until they all crumble. They all crumbled for sure." She looks up and meets my eyes. "She was a good person."

With that she walks away and soon I want to cry. I can't read this at home. I need to go somewhere that was special to her.

Like the beach.

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Bridget's P.O.V.

Dear B,

Hey, I miss you.

I need you to know something. Something I need to tell you but, it was too hard when I was around. Something you deserve to hear.

You, Bridget-Anne Andrews, are me. We're the same person. There is no way you can miss me.

You are always going to be the prettier one.

You're always going to be most likely to succeed, become prom queen, become president, all of it. Because we're a little bit of each other.

Bri I may ignore you and the rest of the crazy people we call our family but I miss all of you, all the time. You mean so much.

Now, go to Boston.

Go back to our old house.

Look under the loose floorboard that was in my room, and everything I want you to have is in there. Things I kept hidden from the rest of the world. Things only you deserve to see.