Invisible String

Chapter 49 - The 1

Over the next couple of days, it felt like the world had spun on faster, while I stayed behind, stuck in my last moment with Jaiden. I'd been drinking bottle after bottle of wine, crying myself to sleep, waking, and searching the bed for someone who was no longer there. Had I made the single biggest mistake of my life?

My body was tired, and my heart ached more than words could say. I'd deeply wounded someone that I loved, and I wasn't even sure if I'd made the right decision letting him go. I hated myself. But in some way, deep inside, I thought he was right. As much as I loved him, the feelings I had for Alex always overpowered me and left me needing more. And I didn't know if I'd ever be able to run away from that truth.

My phone died at least a day ago, and that was fine with me. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't want to see them either. I'd heard knocking at my door three different times, but I couldn't move. I didn't want to. I felt like a terrible person. I'd let things go on far too long with Jaiden, and he'd deserved better than that. He was good to me. He'd loved me. And I loved him.

The only breaks I took from my pity-party were quick trips to the bathroom or the kitchen for more wine. I'd gone through four bottles in the bedroom over the two days since I'd locked myself away in solitude.

Needing something other than the alcohol I'd been living on, I got out of bed and inched into the kitchen slowly and quietly. I drank a bottle of water gradually while walking through the living room. As I continued towards the hall that led into my bedroom, I looked over at the door. Lying on the floor in front of it was a large manila envelope that someone had tucked under the crack.

Reluctantly, I went over, grabbed it, and took it back into the bed with me. I sat, legs crossed, the envelope sitting on my lap. After minutes of staring at it, I slid my finger into the crease and ripped it open. I dumped the contents onto my bare skin. The first object to slide out was a necklace. It was cold, and chills coursed through me as I picked it up. It was the one that Alex had designed for me. The little lady-bug. I held it in my hand, clutched tightly as I picked up the piece of paper that'd come out with it. It was a handwritten note, and it read:

Hannah,

Firstly, this was yours from the moment I purchased it. Please do not attempt to return it to me again. I'd be more insistent on the other jewelry, except we both know that'd be a pointless argument.

Secondly, I am very sorry for any pain I caused you. I understand that you and Jaiden have broken up, and if I had any hand in that, you need to know how sorry I am. While I meant what I said, I never wanted to cause you any sort of pain.

That being said, please contact me back in some way. Letter, phone call, text, telegram, pigeon messenger, I don't care. Just please talk to me.

I will respect whatever you want, I just need to know what that is, Hannah.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Love,

Alex

I laid still, my hands holding onto both the necklace and the letter tightly. Tears landed on the paper, and the words began to streak on the page. I put it on the nightstand nearby and curled up into a small ball, the necklace still clutched tightly in my hand. I pulled the covers over myself and laid there until I fell back asleep.

When I woke up, it was late in the afternoon, judging by the little light coming from underneath my bedroom door. I had no idea what time it was specifically since I hadn't checked any form of time or date since the breakup.