Chapter 8 Jericho
JERICHO
Hey, it’s me. Again. *Awkward chuckle.*
It’s hot here today. Hotter than it ever was back home.
I swear, it’s like they actually took us off earth and put us in a furnace for some sort of physical test to see if humans would survive it.
My chest hurts from breathing in all the hot air, and the dust is even worse.
You wouldn’t survive, your allergies would be going haywire.
We’re supposed to be leaving soon, they’re shipping us somewhere else. I’m not sure where, but even if I did know, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Which kinda sucks, even if you don’t return my calls, I still wish I was afforded the freedom to tell you everything.
The beginning of my day to the end of it is all scheduled out. It’s nice, not having to make any decisions and just being able to follow my commanding officer. It takes a lot of stress off my plate.
How’s everything for you? I talked to my mom yesterday, and she told me she’s planning a trip right now for both of our families. It sounds nice. I can’t wait for her to send pictures of what you guys do.
Are you still dancing? I asked my mom since I couldn’t get the answer from you and she bypassed the question and started telling me about the wedding plans for you and Josh.
I hope you’re happy with them! It sounds like you’re getting everything you wanted.
I wish I was there to be able to experience it with you.
I can’t believe I haven’t heard your voice in two years. My mom says you’re getting my voicemails because you slipped up and made a comment about something I mentioned. That’s okay, I know why you don’t want to talk to me, and I still can’t blame you.
I still love you though. You were a crucial part of my life for almost six years, and that kind of friendship we have can’t easily be replaced.
I miss you.
Happy birthday, Raiden.