"and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart."
-unknown
He knew, he just knew what she'd done. She wasn't missing she was dead. She'd killed herself. He ran, away from the masses of people worrying and crying and everything people do when someone is missing. Because he had to find her. Because maybe he wasn't too late. Maybe, by some miracle, she was alive. And if she was there was one place she had to be.
new fic coming soon!