Now we all tried to focus on what I need to do to fund the college. I would need to find a job quickly, any job for the few additional weeks before the college starts. Just so I can make some extra money. I would also apply for loan and Katrina offered to help. She also reviled that she asked for Reference Letter form Mrs Traynor. She wanted to spare me the hassle of getting in touch with her. She thought I might need it one day. I was quite surprised with Katrina recently; she was keeping me at bay which I was grateful for. She was extremely proud of me, when she heard about letter from Will. She admitted she wouldn't be that strong herself to not open the letter
Did I regret sending unopened letter back to Will? Big time. But what's done is done. Also this way he got a bit of his own medicine. Hopefully now he knew how it is to be rejected. The only thing was he already felt rejected. He felt rejected from the moment of the accident, when he was denied life in the form we take it for granted, where you can choose to stay or go without help, make yourself a coffee and drink it without help, you can dress and undress without help, turn in bed without help, scratch your cheek without help. ..It wasn't difficult at all to understand why we wanted to die. But then Will made me happy… without help, it was his own doing… . These were the thoughts that tormented me. The moment by brain was free to wonder, it wondered back to Will.
'Hi there, how are you? – text message came in on my phon.
'Fine' – I texted back.
'Can we meet? '
'Sure.' - Lost in my thoughts I was just answering mechanically. Hold on a second I don't know this number. Good few minutes later another text came in
'Park?'
'Who is this?' - This time it took ten minutes before the text came in – 'Uff, Clark , good you are asking. I was just getting afraid you will agree to meet a stranger. It could have been Jack the Ripper'
My throat tightened –' If you are not Jack the ripper who are you then?'
'Will' – was the answer. I swallowed; I knew I shouldn't answer and so I didn't.
New message said – 'I got my letter back, but somehow I don't believe you have moved. Since you haven't read my letter I need to tell you in person what it content was.' – I was able to resist opening the letter but I struggled to resist reading the texts messages that opened at a touch on mobile screen. Messages continue to flow: 'You didn't want to give up on me, and I will not give up on you. Please, I need to see you. '
This is not good, oh this is wonderful. No, not good. I will not answer. A good hour later one more message arrived - 'I miss you. '
I miss you too, I thought. I couldn't have say no to this. He really took some effort to contact me. Damn you Will Traynor.
'Ok, I will meet you. I have a one condition though.' – I smiled to myself.
'?'
'You need to come in stripy tights?' – I tried to keep the mood light. I didn't want to make a big deal out of this.
'?'
'LOL. Ok. Let's meet in a shopping centre. There is a new coffee shop on the grand floor. You should have easy access to it. '