Second Chances At Love

13

The next morning..

I went to Jason's house instead of school. I didn't have the heart to do so. I couldn't sleep last night at all. Neither could Jason. We stayed on the phone all night talking about Josh and it kept making me sad then happy then sad again.

As soon as Jason opened the door, he hugged me then cried on my shoulder and brought me inside and we just cried in his room. We didn't know what else to do so we just sat in his room.

"I couldn't sleep last night, baby," Jason said.

"I know. Me neither," I told.

Josh's funeral is this weekend. I still haven't written my eulogy and neither has Jason. I was like crying so hard last night that I didn't think straight to do so. I thought I could be strong but I couldn't, at all. I can't.

We held hands and just chilled on Jason's bed. Within like half a hour, we were fine as wine. It's crazy now. But we really miss him. But in my head, I thought about why Josh wrote to Jason. Well what he skipped. But that's invasion of privacy. Right? Yeah.

Later on.

We played games for a while and then I fell asleep on his bed.

"My sleeping princess," Jason said.

I heard him say that but he was adorable. Then I heard him get up and get something from his backpack. Wonder what? But I was feeling very peaceful and slept pretty well.

Then at some point in time, I got up and questioned him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm drawing," Jason answered.

Jason is a genius at drawing. It amazes me of how good he draws. He's been drawing since middle school and he's always been good at it since then. It's so cool.

"What are you drawing?"

"Take a look."

I looked down and he was drawing Josh. And it was perfect, oh my gosh. His hair, eyes, face, it was all exact. I think Josh would be very happy to see this picture of him. And then I looked over and Jason drew a picture of the three of us. It was the last selfie we took before he passed. It really made me smile but Josh wouldn't want me to be sad or anything anymore.

"That's so awesome, baby," I said.

"Thank you," he said while he kissed my cheek. "You think he'll be proud?"

"Of course I do. He'll love it for sure. You have a talent, Jason."

"I guess."

"Oh come, you drew me before and it was perfect."

Yes, he drew a picture of me, too. I have it in a frame and hanged up. It's so amazing. Very detailed.

"I remember."

I wrapped my arms around him. "I think they're really beautiful."

"I miss him, Christina."

"Me too."

Jason looked at me with a look.

"What?"

"I'm glad you're here."

"Same."

He then kissed me and smiled.

I felt very happy after that even though I just cried my ass off earlier. It feels good to get your emotions out and your pain out then just keep it in to yourself. I never cried so hard since my dad passed but I felt better doing so.