Evans Hansens Narration of Love

Chapter 22

It was odd.

I don't remember much of what happened, but it was odd.

For some reason I don't remember if I enjoyed it.

I think I did.

I think I should get more.

With a small sigh I rolled out of bed.

On time.

But I don't have school today.

What a turn of events. Not in my favor I may add.

I crawl around my house tiredly, noting that my mother is not there.

I went to check the mail for her.

There was a singular letter, Addressed to me.

The hand writing was scratchy and messy.

I gulped.

As I opened the letter I smiled slightly at the first line.

'Dear Evan Hansen,

We've been way to out of touch.'

I missed Connor.

'Things have been crazy and it sucks that we don't talk that much.

I should tell you that I think of you each night

I'm up all night wondering where it all went wrong.

I gotta tell you life with out you has been rough'

I tore my eyes away from the paper.

Oh Connor,

He misses me as well I suppose.

I continued the letter,

'And I miss talking about life and other stuff.

Oh and one more thing, that's worth mentioning

That guy from our school Jason.

That drug dealer behind the school Jason Dean.

He told me he gave you pot.

If you aren't ok. I'm always up to talk.

I'm not better off with out you'

I didn't realise how quickly my eyes had filled with tears.

Or how quickly I let them drop.