Page 82 of Rock Me

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Jez

There's an envelope on the floor by the door when I wake up; it must’ve been slid under there sometime during the night. I can see my name scribbled on the front. But there's nothing else that tells me what's inside.

Well, it's not a bloody bomb, I think. No reason to be so scared.

I sigh and get out of bed and pick the envelope off the floor.

I brace myself for my fingers to scream with pain, but they don’t ache more than a little. My progress gives me a little hope to start the day. I hold the large envelope in my hands, turning it over. It's thick, maybe 4-5 pages of paper inside. I hold it up to light but there are no extra clues.

I take a breath and tear it open, pulling the flat sheets from the yellow envelope.

It's from her.

I can tell from the handwriting. Sloped, large loops, deeply romantic.

It reads,

Dearest Jez,

I'm leaving today.

Apparently my brain's problems are not physical, and if it weren't for not forgetting you, I'd think everything was back to normal.

But it may never be.

Anyway, I'm leaving today.

But I have something for you.

I hope it tells you everything we never had the opportunity to say.

Take care.

- N

I peel the front sheet from the stack and place it gently on the bed.

It's music.

She's written a song. She’s written me a song.

The notes play themselves in my brain when my eye scans over them, like the rest of the world reads words.

It's the piece she was tinkering with the other night while I stood outside listening.

It's beautiful.

And then I read aloud the words written underneath.

Pour Jeremy.

For Jeremy.

For me.

I hug it to my chest. A piece of her to keep with me, forever.