Elias walked aimlessly around for hours. He didn't notice anyone or anything. All he could think of was Misha. Where was she? What was she doing? Was she safe? Was she okay? Was she still alive? She had to be. If she wasn't alive, he wouldn't be either.
He made it to the last place she was seen. He had no idea what house belonged to an old woman that had last seen her before she vanished. He walked down the road until his feet suddenly refused to walk any further. He stared ahead at the house on the other side. He felt lost. He had no idea where to go from here.
His view got distracted when a bus pulled up in front of him and stopped. The door opened and he looked at what was in front of him. A bus driver staring straight ahead as if he didn't see him at all, yet he was expecting him to get on. Something was trying to pull him away. The bus felt evil. This wasn't a place for him. He took a step back and shook his head no.
"I have to live," he whispered. "I have to be strong for her."
The bus slowly started rolling down the street again. He looked at the people sitting inside. Everyone stared straight ahead and didn't seem to have any clue what was going on or where they were. And then he saw the one face he had been craving to see for so long.
"Misha?" He asked. "Misha!"
He ran after the bus while screaming her name. He managed to get to the door that was still left open. He jumped inside and heard the door close behind him. He looked up at the bus driver but the man kept driving without looking back. He stood up and looked down at the row of people.
"Take your seat."
The voice came from behind him but he didn't turn around to see who it belonged to. He only had eyes for Misha. She stared ahead like everyone else on the bus. He walked towards her while the bus began to drive again.
"Misha," he said.
He stood next to her but she didn't hear him. It broke his heart seeing her like that. She was in a trance like everyone else on the bus. He sat down next to her and took her hand. It felt so cold. She was always more cold-blooded than him but it broke his heart further feeling how cold she was.
"Misha, please," he pleaded. "Look at me, bunny."
It was like she wasn't there. Her body was but her mind was long gone. She didn't hear or see him. Tears fell down his cheeks. Sadness was taking over. He felt an urge to just lean back in his seat and stare ahead at nothing like she did. He had to fight that strong pull while he still could. He grabbed her face and forcefully turned it towards him.
"I love you, Misha!" He said firmly.