One Night, No Names
Jason's messy scrawl.
I hesitated before unfolding it, the weight of it in my hand feeling heavier than it should have.
I knew the note was meant for me, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to read it.
With a deep breath, I unfolded the paper, the words inside as simple as they were painful:
“I’m sorry for everything. I’ll always care about you. Take care of yourself.”
The note was short, almost too short to convey everything I wanted to feel, but somehow, it hit me harder than anything.