(Rare scene with Jack's POV)

It had been over three months, and I haven't heard from Mark. I pass around the living room, I try to stay positive but the worry is eating me away..and guilt. (The guilt will be explained in later chapters!) I try to take my mind off of the fact that; 1 Mark is likely hurt,
2 what I did. 3 why I haven't heard from him. But whatever I do reminds me of him, I sent about 5 letters so far. 'if he was hurt or worse dead, the general would surely tell me,right?' I shake my head to try and get that thought out of my head. 'Mark is alright, there's nothing to worry, he's probably just tired and is getting rest, yeah that's it; he's resting and then he'll send me letters!' I try to tell myself, but even if I think positively there's that worry off I'm not coming back, and guilt. I decide to write another letter.

Date: does it matter?
Time: 3:27 pm
To: Mark
From: Sean

Dear Mark, I know I've sent a lot of letters already, and I'm probably disturbing your rest, but it's been 3 months Mark, and I haven't gotten any sleep, I've worried that much. Mark please I do need you to reply, I love you Mark please don't die on me, tell me about your life there, and what's going on , don't leave me here to rot in worry and *erased* please just come home, you never needed to go.

Love you always
Sincerely your clover.

I posed unsure if I should tell him now or when he gets back.