Chapter 13

Jack

I can’t sleep either in the hammock or in my bed. Finally I grab a piece of paper and a pen and start writing.

I have to say at least something to him. The first ten notes turn into clumps of paper under the bed, the next ten into scraps.

"Aiden"...

Then I have a stupor, or I think of some kind of triviality, such as:

"I'm sorry." It's just pathetic. Should I drip few tears? I scribble on the sheet.

“I wanted to see you and talk, but I didn't know what to say. Your brother is right in many ways, and we know too little about each other, and I'm not sure I'm ready for more, and neither are you.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Please do not think that everything that happened between us meant nothing to me.

"I'm sorry."

Well, here it seems appropriate.

"I love you."

I don’t know why I wrote this. I avoided this and, in general, any hints of love in the previous notes, but here I wanted to write so I could feel how this phrase resonates inside.

Strange...