After Issy had taken care of her at the Inn, after she had sobered up a bit, after she had confirmed with her own two eyes that Alex was indeed alive she had been able to sway her way on home--for she wasn't completely sober--and take a nap.
She had woken up feeling lighter than air, or at least lighter than she had felt in the last week. Rosie's ordeal and the memories it renewed for her still weighed on her shoulders but she could deal with that, she was always dealing with that. She was free of that soul-depressing emptiness that was only filled for a short time by the presence of loved ones before it washed over her again.
After waking from her nap and cleaning up, she had looked like a train wreck from Issy's point of view, she changed into a light, white summer dress and took off into the city. She had a letter in her hand, sealed with a kiss, that she planned on delivering it herself.
She didn't knock on that familiar front door or ask to have someone announce her presence. She merely slid the envelope, decorated as it was with the name "Skyler" written on the front in her flowing script, under the door and took off again.
The contents of the envelope were a single sheet of paper covered in her handwriting:
Skyler,
I wanted to thank you, love, for being the dearest sweetheart these last few days as I once again broke down--that seems to be the trend since I've met you, has it not? I hope you'll believe me when I say that your presence is one of the few things that kept me going this week. You helped to fill that aching hole that sometimes grows within me. Thank you for making me smile, for making me laugh, for making me feel beautiful.
I feel lighter than air once more, energetic and totally alive. I hope to see you tonight but if not, know that I am thinking of you.
Love,
Jewell
xoxoxoxo
p.s. Could you tell I sealed the envelope with a secret kiss just for you?
She had woken up feeling lighter than air, or at least lighter than she had felt in the last week. Rosie's ordeal and the memories it renewed for her still weighed on her shoulders but she could deal with that, she was always dealing with that. She was free of that soul-depressing emptiness that was only filled for a short time by the presence of loved ones before it washed over her again.
After waking from her nap and cleaning up, she had looked like a train wreck from Issy's point of view, she changed into a light, white summer dress and took off into the city. She had a letter in her hand, sealed with a kiss, that she planned on delivering it herself.
She didn't knock on that familiar front door or ask to have someone announce her presence. She merely slid the envelope, decorated as it was with the name "Skyler" written on the front in her flowing script, under the door and took off again.
The contents of the envelope were a single sheet of paper covered in her handwriting:
Skyler,
I wanted to thank you, love, for being the dearest sweetheart these last few days as I once again broke down--that seems to be the trend since I've met you, has it not? I hope you'll believe me when I say that your presence is one of the few things that kept me going this week. You helped to fill that aching hole that sometimes grows within me. Thank you for making me smile, for making me laugh, for making me feel beautiful.
I feel lighter than air once more, energetic and totally alive. I hope to see you tonight but if not, know that I am thinking of you.
Love,
Jewell
xoxoxoxo
p.s. Could you tell I sealed the envelope with a secret kiss just for you?