Jonah wasn't one to comfort someone, especially over the phone. Small words like, "I'm sorry" and "ah" would be all he ever said in an emotional situation. He himself had gone through many emotional situations of his own, but Jonah, being the strong being he is, pushed all of that away and carried on. I don't know how he did it, being strong that was, but he did it. Everything negative was pushed aside to make room for the happier things. Everything he enjoyed doing, everything important and everything he loved, and sadly, there was no room for me in that space.
In my space, the area is cluttered with thoughts of him; every corner, every crack, they were filled by every prepossessing image of him and no spring cleaning could get rid of the mess in my space. So thus, nothing in my space is positive, nothing negative has been pushed aside.
Nothing but him haunts me.
Dear Jonah
Please comfort me.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Jonah.
Teen Fiction"Dear Jonah. Here's a book about all of you I never said. All of me I never told you. And all of us that never was. As I lay in my bed at the hospital I send you the letters I wrote to you. Dear Jonah. Here's your book." An old woman on the verge...
