Days of being together turned into weeks, and the skinny love between the two only grew. Jeremy was in a much happier state, and his bruises began healed. Mike couldn't think of spending the rest of his life without him.

Jeremy was sitting on the couch, watching television. Mike walked to him, stuffing his wallet into his back pocket.

"I'm gonna go get some groceries, so I'll be back in a bit." He said, then fished his car keys out. Jeremy smiled at him.

"Can you pick up some milk while you're out?"

Mike nodded. "Got it, see ya soon." He headed out the front door to his car, leaving Jeremy behind.

After paying for his groceries, Mike walked out of the shopping center and ino the last roof before he was outside. Just before leaving the store, something had caught his eye: In the mess of flyers stamped onto the wall, Mike saw a paper with Jeremy's unsmiling face. Above it read in bold, large letters: MISSING, IF FOUND CALL 123-4567.

Angered and resentful, he stomped to the flyer and tore it off the wall, shoving into his paper grocery bag.

In a matter of minutes, he returned home, shoving the door open.

"Welcome home Mike-"

Mike stomped in front of the TV, hastily fishing into his bag. Instantly, Jeremy grew concerned.

"Mike?" He tilted his head. Finally, Mike found the flyer and thrust it to Jeremy. Confused and startled, Jeremy took the flyer, examining it.

After identifying the paper, he only mindlessly stared at a corner of the room, eyes widened.

"Jeremy. Jeremy, look at me." Mike gently, yet effectively shook his shoulders.

The brunete shook his head, bewildered.

"If they find me… T-They'll send me back… This can't be h-happening…" His voice cracked at that last word. Jeremy was sure he would die in that house if returned; his parents would be the worst they'd ever been.

His throat felt tight and he struggled to control his breathing, but it failed. Jeremy gripped the chest-fabric of Mike's shirt, wheezing.

It took Mike a moment to assess the elephant in the room, only to discover that Jeremy was having an anxiety attack. Immediately, he put his knowledge to work. Mike sat beside him,

Jeremy's hand still gripping his T-shirt. He placed a hand on Jeremy's right shoulder, and spoke in a firm matter.

"Breath, Jeremy, breath through your nose, c'mon, one…"

Shakingly, Jeremy managed a wheezy breath through his nostrils, then out his mouth as Mike commanded.

"Two seconds, breath through your nose, now slowly exhale from your mouth…"

Slowly, they climbed up the second ladder for Jeremy's breathing.

They stopped at five seconds, then restarted.

In three minutes, Jeremy was calmly breathing.

He weakly smiled at Mike, who seemed to beam with satisfaction.

"Jeremy… They won't find you. I'll be sure of it."

"That's impossible! They're going to bring me back no matter what."

Mike took a moment to answer.

"...Leave town with me. I'm not letting this happen."

Jeremy stared at him, shocked. Half a minute of silence passed them.

"Of course. When do we leave?"


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