Dear Mr. PostMan

Oh boy your Heavy

2018 – Anna's Point of View:

After hanging up the phone, a tight knot formed in my chest. I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd done something wrong, but I kept telling myself it was for the best. Still, my eyes kept drifting back to the heart etched on the wall. It reminded me of the ache gnawing at my heart. Had I been too harsh? Was ending things the right decision? No, I convinced myself. It was for the best. With that thought, I eventually drifted to sleep, but the uncertainty lingered.

"Who are you texting?" Jass asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. We were sitting on the bus, on our way to my place.

"Oh, no one," I said, quickly hiding my phone from view. Since I woke up this morning, doubts had been creeping in. The way I ended things with John didn't sit right with me, so I'd texted him earlier, apologizing for everything. But he hadn't replied. Is he mad at me? Did the message not go through? My mind swirled with questions, and Jass's voice pulled me back to reality.

"Hello? Earth to Anna!" she teased, snapping her fingers in front of my face.

"Sorry, what?" I blinked, realizing I'd zoned out again.

"Wow, that guy must be something if you're this distracted," she said, laughing.

"Uh... I don't know what you're talking about," I said quickly, trying to avoid blushing.

"Sure, sure," she grinned, then reached for my phone. "Come on, let me see this mysterious conversation. Show me."

Do I want Jass to see what I wrote to John? I thought, but before I could decide, Jass snatched my phone from my hand and dashed off the bus.

"That little witch!" I muttered under my breath, paying the driver and bolting after her, laughing.

"Jasmine Sara Pan, give me my phone back, you witch!" I yelled, running to catch up.

"Why? Don't want me to find out about John?" Jass teased, holding the phone up as she jogged, effortlessly reading the messages as she ran. Seriously? How is she reading and running at the same time?

I pushed myself harder, managing to catch up just as she slowed. I grabbed the phone from her hand, victorious.

"Ha! Gotcha. What do you think about that?" I said, sticking my tongue out, but Jass didn't even react. She was staring at something, focused.

Confused, I followed her gaze and froze. We had reached my apartment, but lying on my porch was a man—John Lennon. I recognized him immediately, and my heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, I rushed to him, my friend trailing behind.

"John? Hey, can you hear me?" I said, gently placing my hand on his chest. Oh my god. I'm actually touching John freaking Lennon.

"Anna, that's... that's—" Jass started to say, her voice full of disbelief.

"Yes, it's John Lennon," I said quickly, my voice trembling. "Can you help me move him inside? Please?"

Jass gave me a wide-eyed look but nodded, snapping into action. Together, we carefully lifted John—Jass holding his hands, and I took his feet. Wow, he's heavy. We slowly carried him into my apartment, both of us trying to make sense of how on earth John Lennon had ended up in the future.

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