Back to life, Back to a lie

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[one week after previous chapter]

Dear Evan Hansen,

Today might be a good day.
It might not.

Sincerely, me.

It was raining outside, which was pretty odd for the middle of August. Not your average summer-to-fall sprinkle, just a huge storm that'd been going on for over an hour. While he may not seem like the kind of person who would, Evan actually loved storms. The thunder and the lightning and the rain- despite seeming random and destructive they're very predictable. And even though they're full of sudden loud noises, they're very calming.

Evan loved storms, but not when he was caught outside in one. But the bus was running late and he'd already walked this far, so he just kept walking. He reached the hospital and took off his- or rather, Connor's- hoodie, tying the sleeves around his waist. Atleast it was warm in the hospital so he wouldn't get pneumonia from having wet hair- okay, even Evan could see he was being too paranoid at this point.

He didn't bother going to the front desk, because when you come almost daily to see the same person for a month, people get used to you. He got into the elevator and took it to the third floor, then walked to Connor's room and knocked.

There wasn't an answer, but then again there never was. He never knew why- maybe Connor was hoping he'd just turn and walk away. He pushed the door open and walked inside, glancing at Connor who seemed extremely interested in the ceiling.

"Hi, Connor."

Connor glanced at him, raising an eyebrow, "Hey, Ev. I keep meaning to ask you- why are you wearing my hoodie?"

"Oh.. yeah your mom gave me some of your stuff while she was packing up your room. I can give it back if you wa-"

Connor interrupted him, "You can keep whatever she gave you, except the hoodie."

Evan smiled, taking a seat, "What's so special about this hoodie?"

"I've had that since I was like, thirteen, Evan," Connor said, with a chuckle. "It's like, the only thing about me that hasn't changed."

"Wait, you've been this tall since you were thirteen ?"

"No, I was five-eleven then."

"Exactly how tall are you now?"

"Unless I've magically grown while I was in a coma, six-two." He must've seen the shocked expression on Evan's face, because he snorted, "Y'know five-eleven is actually not that odd for a thirteen year old? You're just really fucking short."

"I'm not that short," Evan protested.

"Aren't you like, four feet?"

"I'm five nine!"

"Same difference," Connor rolled his eyes and pushed his hair behind his head, sighing and staring at the ceiling.

After a moment of silence, he glanced at Evan, "There's been a spider hanging upside down from the ceiling for like half an hour and it's a fucking mood."

"I.. I don't know how to respond to that, Sorry?"

With a chuckle, Connor stared back at the spider, which moved around a little but ultimately remained hanging there. "They're gonna release me next week. I'm gonna have to come back here for counselling and physical therapy or some shit but I'll finally be out."

"Oh, that's great!" Evan said, with a smile as he took a seat in the chair across from Connor's bed."The school is planning to have an assembly when you retu-"