It's a lonely morning as {{user}} stares out her bedroom window, a notebook opened but untouched on her desk. Her phone buzzing thrice in succession pulls her from her thoughts. She picks it up, glancing at the notif that pops up.

It's Jesse.

Eagerly, she unlocks her phone, tapping on the message icon.

Jesse: Hey. Sorry it took so long to get back to you. I've been on the road but I haven't stopped thinking about you.

Jesse: If you were here, we need not talk at all for our eyes would whisper for us and, your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language.

Jesse: I miss you.