“They’re pretty easy. I’ll help you with yours, though!” Jack insists as he pulls out a marker and hands it to her, and gets one for himself. “Now, what we write is private, okay? No telling anyone.”
“Not even each other?” she asks, uncapping the marker and wondering what she’s going to wish for. She had so many things to wish for and so little space. She thought of all of her friends, of her parent’s, of the villains and of course of Jack. But she couldn’t wish for something selfish, she knew that much.
“Not even each other. These are our hearts desires. We have to be honest with ourselves.” Jack said gently, “And you can write more than one. One year… I wrote well over twenty things since I write super small.” he smiles weakly as he begins to write carefully, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he does.
Jack Maple 