Why'd You Go
"You could have come back," he cried, adamant and pleading, chestnut stare bright with worry and wide in shock. "I didn't know where you were, and I tried to write – you'd moved somewhere. I couldn't find you, and I swear I tried… Did you change your name? Huh, Zeo? Of course you could have come back – I wanted you back. You're still my friend." Tyson reached out to the cerulean eyed boy, still so much thinner and weaker than he, wanting to envelop him in one of the shameless embraces he'd missed. Zeo looked so much like he needed it.
"That's good to hear, Tyson. You're still my best friend, even if you did forget all about me," the younger teenager doubtfully said, raking a hand through his lamentably short turquoise hair.
"But, Zeo, I tried to find you, all of us did! Even Kai said you had to have been – been taken away, kicking and screaming… He said so, 'cause you'd never leave on your own. Weren't you taken away?"
"That's not the point! Maybe you looked, but… you didn't find me! I wanted you to find me so much…"
Tyson hugged the sobbing Zeo, caught up in self-loathing.