JUDE
I'm scared.
The day has passed by as I sit here on this cold floor in the kitchen, knees drawn in my chest, as I stare off into nothing. I have never felt this scared before.
I haven't been able to do anything since Miko left in the park, leaving me with this one thing that has all the answers and questions too, a decision to be made out of this … the very letter left on my bedside table.
Even being near it is making me feel like I am slipping … falling without a net to hold me, without anyone catching me.
So here I am, hiding in my kitchen and ignoring it, or at least hoping that the longer I draw it, the more time I buy myself.
I want to call Miko, ask him how he is, hear his voice, but I know I can't.
It is made we made it clear that we wouldn't reach out to each other until I have read the letter.
I am scared of losing him.
