Hi everyone. Sorry for the long wait, but I was busy with school and trying to find a job in my spare time. I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, but I had to get it out, and the chapters will get longer, I promise. So, read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and I don't take any credit of anything to do with James Patterson's Sam's Letters to Jennifer.
The Call
Living Life to the Fullest
DropofCrimson
3 Years Latter…
My two-bedroom apartment is an old building in Chicago. Hojo and I had loved everything about it. We had picked it out a few weeks before the honeymoon and decided to get it.
I'm working at home a lot lately. Not going to the office at all between the spans of two to three months sometimes, just e-mailing my columns to my boss at work. My friends keep telling me to go out and see the world; not that I haven't seen enough of it. They keep calling my house day in and day out, trying to get me to go out on blind dates and what not.
But the thing is, I just haven't gotten over it. Even after three years of mourning and wondering where I will be when I stop wondering why. Why me?
For the first few months after Hojo's death, I kept thinking: I can't live without you, Hojo.
Now, things had finally begun to die down. I have a lot of good friends to keep my mind off of the whole ordeal; the two being Sango and Miroku. I love these guys to death, and I owe them so much after what they have done for me. Taking me to movies, out to dinner, to the beach, anything to get my mind off of it. Now, it had been three months since their wedding day, and still in marital bliss.
I envied them, and probably always will. But enough about the past.
Right now, I had a deadline that I had to make sure was done in two hours time, and still had nothing down.
My trash bin was filled to the brim with wadded up paper. The big problem with being a columnist, was that everything has already been thought of. So I had nothing to do but hope and pray that an idea would hit me like a Mack Truck, andquickly.
I picked myself up off my kitchen chair, turned up the air conditioning, took a sip of yummy gas station coffee, and tried to think of something that would make the column sell. I had unconsciously started to pace back and forth in my living room, chewing on a piece of beef jerky as I brainstormed.
I was startled out of my thoughts when I heard a huge crash over in the corner of the room. I looked over to see my cat Buyo over at the bookshelf knocking over Twilight and Memoirs of a Geisha as he passed them with his fat belly. I looked over at him and gave a cold look, when my phone rang, making me jump again, making me wonder why I was so jumpy. I yanked it out of its cradle and gave a graspy hello with the piece of beef jerky still lodged in my mouth.
I recognized the voice instantly and drew in a sharp breath. It was a voice I hadn't heard in years, not since the last time I had visited my grandmother, Kaede. My grandparents were my parents to me. After my mother died when I was too young to walk, she had taken me in. I loved heras a parent, and the best friend that I could tell anything to.
This voice that I heard on the phone was our minister, Totosai. His voice was chocked with age, and it sounded as if he were trying to hold back tears.
"Kagome." Totosai said. I swallowed the hideous lump of jerky before I could answer him. "Hello Totosai. It's been ages. How is everything over there?"
I heard him take in a breath and let it out as I waited for him to say something, but not expecting to hear this.
"It's Kaede."
Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I had to leave it off here. I really need your support in this, so please leave your thoughts. I will update as soon as I can, which shouldn't be as long aslast time. Thanks a bunch, and please review.
DropofCrimson