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Huh

“Jack?” she called out softly But nothing Only the breeze co

Donovan downed two headache tablets, grabbed her stuff, this time she tossed in her notebook and pencil, and headed down to the beach Her spot was vacant The beach was vacant In fact it seemed as if the entire island was vacant

Glancing over to the dock, she noticed the second boat was an to unpack for the day

“Could have at least left me a note,” she muttered “Maybe I wanted to use it today” Not really but still “Hope a goddalanced around “Jesus, Donnie You’re starting to sound as crazy as you feel”

That was an understatement

She was bitching about a boat she didn’t even kno to drive, and she was talking to herself Falling into her beach chair in a huff, she reached for her notebook instead of the book-that-she-would-never-read

Her notebook was for writing songs For getting words down that she could put tobefore, she began to think of a lot of thinks that she’d pushed to the back of her s

Taking her pencil out of her an to write What ended up in the pages weren’t words ht than that They ords meant to tell a story The sad story of Donovan and Jack

And the night it all went to hell

By es, her cursive writing slancing down at the paper, it was no wonder Everything was there Every sad and sordid detail

Getting stuff out was supposed to ht now, in thissadness for the life that she could have had A life that she wanted A life that she thought about every single day

Tired and hungry Donovan, headed up to the house By the ti salad ever (she’d tried to get the cara but burnt them instead), the sky was blocked out by yet another stor in

Determined not to dwell on Jack, she ate her salad on the patio and tried to ignore the empty chair across from her And the empty dock for thatfat raindrops began to fall just as she was finishing up her dinner Along with the rain ca ripped a hole in the sky She barely e fell from the stormy clouds

Now Donovan was the kind of girl who loved the rain When she was little she used to run around and try to catch drops on her tongue, and if it was thundering and lightening, even better Her gramps, God bless him, used to call her the little witch Her mom? Just plain stupid