SURPRISE! It's not actually over!
"Truth or dare, Crys?"
I giggle. "Dare."
He dares me to never repeat his next words. I worry.
Today he was discovered, and I find out his secret.
Guilt.
It's eating me. Truthfully, utterly eating me.
That night.
He called him. He spoke to him last.
But he called me first, and remembering that calms my jealousy.
Day one. He's gone.
I'm afraid...
But I know where he is.
It's already killing me.
Twenty one days. Three weeks.
It's hard to believe he's still gone.
An awful feeling pools in my stomach and makes me feel sick.
They're still looking for him.
Silver's afraid.
He's wasting away, hardly eating, hardly sleeping.
Truthfully, I don't care. He was always in the way.
One month. He's still gone.
But he's okay. He told me so.
Nobody knows about the pay-as-you-go phone he gave me.
Every night he texts me once. Just once.
"No injuries."
"Not alone today."
"I'm okay."
"I miss you guys."
Today's is "I'm nearby."
My heart leaps and stutters. Maybe he's coming home.
Then I realize I don't want him to.
I don't want him to go back to Silver.
He's too precious to me.
Jealousy accompanies the guilt in eating me tonight, and I get no sleep.
Shock. Guilt and jealousy flee as I catch sight of the newspaper this morning.
Splashed across the front page is a mess. It's as if someone dumped paint all
over— is that our school?
I probably wouldn't have known the culprit, but the writing gave it away, at
least to me.
The bold, bright "PLEASE COME HOME" was written in silver paint.
I know it. I expect the exact text from him.
The phone vibrates.
My heart still breaks when I receive it, because I know who he's returning to.
It's not me. It never was.
"I'm coming home" Is displayed on the screen.
I cry.
Authoress' Comments: Awww... I'm sorry, Crys (well not really... ^-^") So... I was asked to write more, and I did. Part 3 will be in Gold's POV, by the way.
That'll be up soon too.
-Bug of Fire, the PyroScorpion