He came back to me today.
Breezed into the station like it was business as usual, like he hadn't vanished for three days, hadn't left me behind to worry. He kissed me again, made my knees go weak, then swept me up into his arms because I wasn't close to my desk and I'd have fallen if he hadn't caught me.
He swung me around in a circle and I couldn't help but laugh.
Where did he go and why did he leave?
It's been haunting me.
Why? What did he have to do and when will he tell me?
