I couldn't stop crying.
Sammy was murdered in cold blood and he was only 18. It's not long until-I shuddered at the the thought of Jack being drafted next year. He was 17. I cried more. I grabbed Jacks coat and put all my weight onto him. Surprised, he caught me.
"Alice?" He asked with a worried expression. Those warm hands brought me to a safe place. One I knew before. That warm sunny day in 1939. I was 13 while Sammy was 16 and Jack 15. I had just finished my first piano recital and they came to see. I started to lose conciousness as that warm memory filled my mind. The scent, the touch, the sounds, everything replicating that day. It was almost intoxicating to forget about everything and everyone except Sammy and Jack. Those two have helped me through everything, especially Jack.
I woke up in Jack's bed. It smelled like him too. I turned over and sat up. I saw Jack leaning on his wardrobe. He heard me sigh and turned.
"Alice! Are you ok?" He asked. Those simple words that I despised so much. I'm not ok, I'm emotionally drained and have lost too many tears.
"Water...I'm thirsty..." I said softly. Jack ran out of the room to get me a glass. As soon as the door closed, I started to weep. Silently, of course. I didn't need anyone to worry about me. They had enough on their plate. My mouth covered by my hand and my tears running down my neck. The door opened slowly. I jumped under the covers and swiftly wiped my tears. I looked back up to see Jack with a glass of water.
"Were you crying?" He asked. He looked at me with melancholy with his eyes.
"I'm totally fine, Jack! Don't worry about.." I put the glass down on the bedside table and rubbed my hands together. Jack was still looking at me with that dumbfounded expression. I rolled my eyes and lied back down. Jack was a sweetheart. The way he worried about me made my heart do a twirl. I heard footsteps come over to my bed and pull the covers up.
"Sweet dreams, Alice." He whispered as he kissed my forehead. I sent a warm tingle down my spine. I dreamed of me him and Sammy, all playing. I wished those times were back. Those gentle times where Sammy was alive.