I know he always does and usually comes back, but he's disappeared again. I also know what you're thinking. And no, I am not obsessed with him, thank you. Just- intrigued.
Maybe a little obsessed.
The thing is, today it was raining. Streaks of lightning, rolling thunder, and huge raindrops pelting the ground. The whole works. It was perfect, but Aleks had vanished again, like the enigma he was. I would've figured he'd be out here somewhere, I'd been walking for ages.
I was sitting in the old coffeehouse with its creaky floorboards and rickety chairs, mug in hand, trying to warm up.
"Well, if it isn't rain girl with the crazy boyfriend!" I looked up, and there stood Jordan, who Aleks had scared the shit out of, same red hat and same innocent smile.
"He's not my boyfriend, but I can agree with you on the crazy part. He seems to have vanished, again."
"Well if he was anywhere near here, I sure wouldn't be." He said, chuckling.
"Sorry about that, little did I know he was a ferocious monster with good hair."
"Considering he's not here, maybe I could take you on a da-"
I got up and cut him off, which I apparently have a tendency to do, and left the coffeehouse, but not because he asked me on a date. Frankly at that moment I wasn't even aware, because low and behold, fucking Aleks was walking down the street, leather jacket and all. I ran after him, barely catching up.
"I say this to you way too much. Where have you been?" I said, grabbing onto his sleeve to turn him around.
"Do I know you?"
It wasn't Aleks. Fabulous.
"Uh, sorry. I thought you were someone else."
"That's alright. See you 'round." He said, his British accent throwing me off.
I nodded as he smoothed back his hair that was so similar to Aleks', but longer. He walked away.
I looked around, not being able to place the familiarity of my surroundings. My eyes settled on a building and it hit me, Aleks' apartment complex.
I jogged across the street, which was more of a river than a street with the rain still pounding. I started up the stairs and pushed open the heavy glass doors, finding myself in the lobby.
A few minutes later I was at his door, vaguely remembering the number. C20. It was cracked open, unusually. I pushed the door open slowly, and called out.
"Hello?"
But it wouldn't take me long to realize that there was no one there.
The apartment was empty. There wasn't anything but kitchen appliances and marks on the floor from where furniture used to be.
I walked down the hall, dragging my fingers silently along the walls that once graced artwork not long ago. The room that Aleks and I had spent hours playing video games in was also vacant, although I don't know what I expected.
In the middle of the room was a single piece of paper that looked like the discarded tag from a couch. I picked it up.
I'm sorry, Maya.
