Dear Jodi

by shouvley

Kyle is forced to leave Jodi behind when he and Ian leave to go on the run. He promised to write her and let her know what he was doing. These are his letters.

2. May 25

A/N: I didn't say before, but these aren't going to be very long. Most will be around 500 words, some a little more, some a little less. Enjoy!

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5/25
Dear Jodi,

I know we said everyday, and I'm sure you're writing everyday, but it's been a little rough lately. I haven't gotten to sleep more than two hours at a time and to say I'm cranky would be an understatement. Even you wouldn't be able to break me out of my mood at this point. Okay, maybe you would, but I wouldn't like it. I like being the difficult asshole, because if I'm the one that wants to stay inside and sleep, I'm the one that's suggesting we get ourselves killed.

God, I miss you, baby. Sometimes at night it gets really cold, and all I want to do is curl up behind you and share some body heat. And I'm not even talking about doing it, just spooning. You have no idea how much I miss spooning. The feeling of your back pressed into my chest is just about the most calming thing I can think of. Sometimes I'll even pull my bag from under my head and wrap my arms around it. Ian laughs and tells me that I look like I'm sleeping with a teddy bear, but I don't correct him. It would be harder to explain how much I miss you than it would be to take his jokes.

But when I find you again, I'll give it back to him ten times harder. He makes fun of me now, when I'm at the lowest point I've ever been, then I'll make his life miserable once everything important is back in place.

Yes, that's meaning to say that you are the only thing that's important.

Well, you and a good chili dog, but that's another discussion for another day.

I guess there's not a whole for me to say this time around. Things have been pretty much the same, moving from place to place, scrounging up food wherever we can, trying to stay out of sight while we try to come up with a plan. No luck on the plan front yet. We're basically wandering around, lost and annoying the hell out of each other. Lately it seems like I don't have to do anything more than breathe to piss Ian off, and getting yelled at for breathing too loud is getting a bit old.

See how rough it's getting for me, baby? Even annoying Ian doesn't hold the same pleasure it used to.

I love you, I miss you, and I can't wait to see you again.

Kyle

P.S. I think I'm getting constipated. I haven't pooped in 6 days. Just so you know.