Hello! I'm back! What has it been? Almost 4 months!? SORRY! :( TBH, I don't have any one good excuse why I put off writing this for so long. I hope you like it though. Maybe there will be another update in less than four months next time. Now wouldn't that be nice?

In the darkness of her apartment, Katherine sat at her desk, with her head in her hands. She wasn't even contemplating sleep. She knew it would never come. The tears had stopped. She didn't feel anything anymore. The letter sat perched in her typewriter. A letter to Jack. One he'd never read.

It wasn't really a letter, more a jumble of thoughts and words; a list of the beautiful little things he did and said that made her smile, like the way he broke into her house through the fire escape just because he was worried that she wasn't home in time. The way he had promised her everything would be okay. It wasn't okay, and Katherine was starting to think it never would be.

More than anything Katherine wanted Jack to read that letter. More than anything Katherine never wanted him to see that letter. She wanted him safe. She wanted him back. She couldn't have both, and she knew that.

Katherine knew there was someone to blame for all this, someone who seemed to care about his reputation more than her. But of course her getting in a screaming match with her father wouldn't heal Jack or keep him safe. Katherine didn't own half the city, and she couldn't stop her father. She thought that she'd been foolish to try.

The tearstained letter in her hands would probably get tossed in the fire or thrown out a window eventually, but for now Katherine took comfort in the fact that there, in her hands, she had all of her thoughts, the things that had driven her to her tearful state, down on paper. For now they were safe, written in ink and tears.

Dear Jack,

Why am I even writing this? I tell myself it's because I have to. I know you will never read this, in fact I'm considering tearing it to shreds right now. But, nonetheless, I just need to write down all the things I love about you, and all the stupid mistakes I've made. Maybe that's why I'm doing this; I want to rant about how this is my fault. I know you disagree with that Jack, and maybe it's not my fault, maybe it's no one's fault. Maybe the universe hates us. I don't know.

I would like to be able to tell you there is such thing at love at first sight. That the first time I saw you I was head-over-heels in love with you and your stupid smile. But that's not how love works. To be honest with you, I didn't really know what true love was before I meet you. I wanted to believe it was like in fairytales, that I would someday stumble upon my prince charming and we would live happily ever after. Still, I told myself real life wasn't like that. Now I can confidently tell you what true love is. It's waking up with their name on your lips, and going to sleep knowing they will be what you dream about. It's not convenient, it's not perfect. It's knowing what's important to fight for. It's finding out you now have to keep your windows unlocked, since you never know when a certain someone will drop in. It never happens at first sight, it happens over time. That's what makes it beautiful.

The first time I saw you, well, honestly, I thought you were the most annoying little cad I had ever laid eyes on. Not exactly love at first sight. Then I had the misfortune (or so I thought) of meeting you again at Medda's.. Even though I thought you were impossible, I couldn't get you out of my mind after that. You asked me that night if I thought our meeting twice in one day was fate. I do. Something tells me we were meant to be.

You are the most loving, strong, and determined person I have ever met. The way you look after the boys is just so…I don't know…amazing, heart-warming, beautiful. Take your pick. You are a leader. Some one everyone can count on. I love that about you. I love everything about you. Like the way you always seem to have a pencil and paper with you, no matter the occasion. The way you exaggerate the headlines. The way you put other people before yourself. The way you are always thinking about Santa Fe.

I love the way your eyes light up when you smile. I love your laugh. I love you. You give me something to believe in. What am I supposed to do now? Now that you're hurt, and my father is threatening me with your life. I can't do this. I can't let him hurt you, yet I can't imagine not seeing you again.

I'm stupid, I'm selfish. I can't even bring myself to sacrifice seeing you so both of us can be all right. You aren't selfish. You are perfect. I can't deny I'm upset, but I can move on. If only I believed that.

Is this letter even about you anymore? No it's not. Right, stop ranting Katherine. You are stupid. Got it.

I just want to tell you that you're perfect and wonderful. You know how to make me smile, you know how to make me mad, but I even love that about you. Maybe it's not fate Jack. Who were we kidding? You, a poor newsboy with a wild side and a defiant streak. One of the only people I know who has the nerve to stand up to my father. Me, spoiled rich heiress, running away from a life she doesn't want, but not sure she can even make it on her own. But I love you, even if we come from two different worlds, even if circumstance is less than perfect, even if any sort of future together could only be a ever be a dream. I love you. I'll miss you. Goodbye for now or forever,

-Katherine

She stared at the fire, and then back at the paper in her hands. She reached gingerly into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled sketch. His sketch. She walked over to the hearth.

She slipped both the letter and the drawing into the powder blue box atop the mantle where she kept her journal from when she was a girl and her mother's old pearls.

Katherine took a deep breath and absentmindedly smoothed her hair. No more self pity. No more crying. No more avoiding doing what she knew was right.

She stepped out of her apartment door, and took the rickety wood stairs two at a time to the lobby. No one was using the phone. Good. She made her way over and dialed the number she had forced herself to memorize in case she was ever in need of help. A few distant, echoing rings sounded.

"Hello?"

"Hannah, It's Katherine, I need to speak to my father."

That letter was really cheesy. Sorry. I was struggling to link the events of previous chapters to what gonna happen next. I personally think this chapter is crap. Whatever.

Anyways, I would love to hear what you think. What you liked, what you didn't like, suggestions, ideas, mistakes, anything! REVIEWS ARE WARM HUGS FOR MY SOUL!

Sorry again for how long I was gone! Thanks for reading,

-Dream Unique