Run Away

Meeting Oh, Great One

Blake’s family reached New York and was in his great grandmother’s home. His aunt was there, waiting for them, along with her daughter and son.

“Let’s go say goodbye to your great grandmother!” she smiled.

“Isn’t this supposed to be sad?” Pedro asked.

“My mom wants everything to be happy. So, don’t sniff, sneeze, cough, or cry in front of her – where’s Dessie?” she asked.

“Not here. Haven’t you heard of the news?” Carmen mumbled.

“I don’t like your attitude…” she growled.

“She ran away…” their mom said.

“Oh…” she said softly, “She was my best niece…”

“Like everyone…” Pedro mumbled.

“She’s not spoiled like you kids, except you Blake.”

“You’re a handsome young man…” she smiled.

“Thanks…”

“Let’s go!” they went to the hospital.

“Hi, great one…” Blake patted his great grandmother’s delicate arm.

“Hi handsome one…” she smiled, “Where’s Dessie?” she asked, “Where’s my favorite Dessie?”

“She ran away…” Blake said quietly.

Her eyes widened, “Why?”

Blake shook his head.

“With who?”

He closed his eyes.

“The only reason I stayed alive was to see you and Dessie…”

“You saw me…” he smiled wryly.

“I want to see Dessie too! I will not die until I see Dessie!”

“We’re looking for her…do you know where she could be?”

“In New York, of course; she must be near Broadway.”

“You sure?”

“I’m certain!”

Blake and his family said their goodbyes to their great grandmother and went to her house.

I should look around… Blake thought. “I’m going to look around!” he told his mom.

“Okay!” she said, smiling.

Blake went outside and walked down the block. An old woman was on her porch, taking a nap.

He was going to pass a blonde woman carrying groceries until she tripped and fell on top of him.

“I’m so sorry!” she said.

“It’s okay…” he stared at her and she stared at him with shock on her face.

She seemed so familiar…

She had light blue eyes and her blonde hair was put into a loose ponytail. She had blonde bangs with neon blue highlights.

She quickly picked up her groceries. Blake helped her.

“Let me help you…” Blake said and took most of the groceries, “By the way, my name is Blake…”

“My name is Angel,” she said with a tight and crooked smile.

Just like Dessie…she seems so like her… Blake thought.

She nervously had her head down as they walked.

“I’m seventeen turning eighteen…” he told her.

“I’m eighteen…” she said quietly.