Dear Evan Hansen [1] √

friday - day ten

Dear Evan Hansen,

Today is going to be a good day, Hansen! Fasten your seatbelt, and hold on to your seats, because we are going to have one hell of a ride!

Sincerely,
Me.

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Maria,

I don't like rollercoasters.

Evan

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Yeah, well you really can't do anything about it except wear your damn seatbelt, Ev.

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Haha. I guess not. Anyway, I was thinking about what I said the other day, the one about that day being too good to be true and that something bad was probably going to happen. Then something bad happened to you.

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I swear to God, Evan, if you're gonna fucking apologize for the bullshit, I'm gonna strangle you.

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I wasn't going to . . .

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Sure you weren't. And I'm Harry Styles.

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For all I know, you could just be Jared. Which reminds me, why aren't you showing yourself?

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Because this is more fun? Isn't my anonymity making things more exciting?

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I guess.

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Anyway, speaking of the other day's conversation, I kinda forgot to ask: what did the patient give you?

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Oh, yeah. She gave me a book. I finished reading it, only because I couldn't put it down. It was too good.

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She?

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My mom might've . . . slipped that out.

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Ooh. Interesting.

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Yep. Thought so too.

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Have a great weekend, Ev!

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Thanks. You too.