Page 211 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

I’m trying my best to write upbeat lyrics, but it turns out it’s hard writing positive shit when all I do is miss you.

You left a void in me. I fucking hate that I was too stupid to realize how important you are until after I ruined everything. I’m starting to think running away was the worst mistake I’ve ever made. I hope it’s not too late to fix it.

Oh, and I’m liking New York.

Even though it kind of smells.

Kane

A laugh rips from my throat as I pick up another letter.

And another one.

Before I know it, I’ve read over twenty of them.

Let me tell you, I was in no way prepared for the Florida postcard.

Hey, Hads,

I’ve finished my tour. I have never been this exhausted in my life, but being done with the tour means I finally get some free time to come see you.

Hopefully, by the same time next week, you’ll be mine again and I won’t feel so shitty about the fact that I’ve been yours since the day I left.

My plan is to surprise you and tell you that I love you.

I ran away because I thought loving you would stop me from following my dreams, but it turns out… my biggest dream is you.

I’ll see you soon.

Kane

HADLEY

Movie night has always been my favorite part of the week.

It’s become a bit of a tradition for Maggie and me. A roommate ritual, if you will.

Every Thursday, we stop by the nearest store, pick up some snacks and margarita mix, and huddle up on the couch to watch whatever movie’s trending on streaming platforms.

I’ve been patiently waiting for tonight all week. My classes have been kicking my ass in every way possible.

Come to think of it, that’s probably a good thing. All the homework and readings have managed to keep my mind off Kane.

“We all set?” Maggie sets the pitcher of margarita down onto the coffee table, right next to the popcorn bowl and chips.

I just got back from the library ten minutes ago. I had a project to finish before I could enjoy my one night of freedom.

“Let me just take a shower real quick,” I tell Maggie, who’s already in her pj’s and throwing herself onto the couch.

She pulls a large blanket over her body. “I’ll start looking for a movie.”

I pad into my room to grab a pair of pajama shorts and a T-shirt, memories of the past few days unfolding before my eyes.

I almost thought I was going to text Kane back after reading his postcards. I’m still not sure how I managed not to, if I’m being honest.

While it was by far one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever done for me, it doesn’t change the fact that if he’d told the truth that day, my brother’s murder could’ve been solved by now.

But shit, reading his words… seeing all the souvenirs he picked up for me when we weren’t even talking…

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