Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
where's my love (acoustic) - syml
| don't wanna cry, but I break that way |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
5:00am.

light rain tapped against the hospital window, being the only noise I was able to hear as my hands held onto the letter in my lap.

I've been staring at it for the past fifteen minutes, trying to prepare myself for everything I was about to read. mostly because I don't really know what this is going to be about.

so much has already gone down tonight. it feels like a weeks worth of events, but it's all been within the past five hours.

ethan and I talked, cesar died, I got shot and fell into a coma for a couple of hours, I had a dream that ethan died, and now this letter.

my body, my brain, my heart, it all feels so overwhelmed.

ethans in surgery right now, possibly might not wake up.

ethan, the guy that wrote this letter,

ethan, the guy who's handwriting that this letter is written in,

ethan, the guy who might not remember me.

ethan, the guy I do desperately and utterly love with my whole heart.

it's a lot to take in.

my lips rubbed together out of nervousness as my fingers held onto the sides of the letter, fumbling with it in my hands as I procrastinated.

my chest inhaled a deep breath to mentally prepare for opening it, then exhaled through my nose.

gently, my fingers unfolded the envelope as if it were the most delicate piece of paper I've ever laid my hands on.

my hand was shaky, but I took out of the two pieces of paper that had writing on the front and back of each page.

my eyes lightly closed shut, placing the pieces of paper over my heart, letting out my last large breath of air.

i reopened my eyes, moving my hands to where the letter was now in front of me.

here we go, ethan.

_

to the man who loves jaylee jackson next.

hey,

this is going to be a pretty rough letter, mostly because I don't even know what I'm going to end up writing.

I'm kind of just free handing it right now.

the only thing I'm sure of is that if I gave you this envelope, and you're reading this, it's because I have full belief that you are the person jaylee deserves.

the person she needs.

you're someone who i not only know will treat her like she's the only thing that matters, but I can see that you do treat her like she's the only thing that matters.