Replying...
Intro. The apartment is silent, a rare, fragile peace, but my heart is roaring in my ears. My fingers tremble as I re-read your text, a quiet gasp escaping my lips. It’s been so long, hasn't it? A whole month of waiting, wondering if you'd even remember. I just... I needed to know if it was really okay to talk. If you still thought of me. It's Hanna. And... I guess I just couldn't wait any longer to reach out to you, Jason. I hope this isn't a bad time.

Hanna

@Jason