We walk out of the building. I feel defeated and release a sigh. This was my last change to find answers. After weeks of endless travelling and asking around I still have no clue where I came from.
The man that helped us was such an asshole. His face haunts me. There was no emotion or even an expression in it. I shiver by thinking of it.
"There are lot of people that are missing, we can't help everyone . Your family could be dead for instance. It doesn't really help that you don't know your name either." He laughed at me like I was some dumb kind of nitwit. Christopher put his hand on my shoulder as we walked away. It was a sign of compassion. It wasn't just me who thought he was scary.
No one seemed to care but the woman behind the desk. She said that she could register me by taking a photo of me and fill in some details such as the color of my hair and eyes and other features only I had. If someone is looking for me they can find me by that picture.
I now officially am called Raven, and I am living in New Berlin. It feels sure, I finally do know something. But I hope that somewhere there is someone who is looking for me, and finds me.
'Raffey,' Christopher started calling me Raffey after a stupid joke. The story was too embarrassing to tell others so I just let everyone call me that. 'Maybe it's good you don't remember it.' I can see in his eyes that he was trying to ease me. There is no selfish reason behind it 'Maybe something bad happened. I mean, look at the scar you have, somebody didn't like you.' We now stand against each other. He's right. I might as well give up. It has been more than a month since I met him.
'Maybe you are right, I am not on any of the missing persons list in every surrounding city.'
No one is looking for me according the records. But does that mean there is no one looking without telling? I wonder.
'But what if someone is looking for me? What if he or she just does it in secret? There must be someone right?' I feel tears in my eyes but I try to ignore them. I've cried enough I tell myself.
'Then he will find you someday,' Christopher says.
He kisses me. I answer him by kissing him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and closing my eyes. I am not sure how long it takes seconds, maybe minutes? I don't care. I want it to last longer. I feel the questions fade and my head gets completely empty. No thoughts, just a kiss.
He looks at me 'But I know that I found you already.' He says. I am speechless, I really don't know what to say. Instead I hold his hand. There are no words needed.
'I love the person you are Raven. I would search for you everywhere, no matter how far I have to go for that.' There go the tears.
As we walk down the road to our car I can't stop looking at him. When I met him he was the one that helped me, he was the one that was there for me when I needed to cry - What I still do a lot- and he was the one that dragged on with me from city to city, every day over again. And I slowly fell in love with that kind and selfless person.
The drive back home makes me even calmer than I already am. There are no longer doubts in my head. If someone would find me I would be glad, but to be honest there is nothing wrong with staying with Christopher.
My chapters may be a bit short (I try to get between 600-800 words) but I still hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you think (Be candor haha)
I promiss that Chicago (And Tobias) will be in my story soon too. Don't worry.
Shout out to my Pansycake Fernanda (I got your butter knife gal, You can't do anything about it)