Lost Souls

Chapter 5

It's been almost four years since I last stood here. I didn't know how to approach the situation, as it has also been almost four years since I last saw him. I raised my fist and knocked on the door hard. I tried three times, but nothing. I reached up to the top of the door frame and felt the spare key still sitting there. I pulled it down and unlocked the door, put the key back and went inside.
After turning the light on, I looked around and took in the appearance.
The couch was against the wall now, facing the TV and the kitchen, which was a mess. All his shoes were piled up next to the door and there was washing hanging off chairs to dry.
I walked further into the loft and to the master bedroom. The door was wide open and he was fast asleep. Nothing in here had changed. Even that one bottle of perfume that I forgot to take when I left was still sitting on the dresser.
I walked closer to the bed and took in his appearance. His hair was a bit longer, in need of a haircut, and his facial hair had grown out a bit, in need of a shave or trim. He still slept on his side of the bed, my side seemed untouched.
I reached down and shook him lightly. "Fletcher... Fletcher, wake up" I kept saying this and shaking him until he rolled over and opened his eyes at me.
"Sammy?" he said in his sleepy voice.
"Hey" I smiled.
"How did you get in?" his eyes shut again.
"They key on the doorframe. It was still there" I say.
"Oh yeah"
"Why didn't you take it off? Someone could've easily found it" I say and he rolled his whole body over and made a move to sit up.
"In case you wanted to come home, I wanted to make sure you could get in" he said groggily.
I didn't know what to say, so I just turned away with a huge smile on my face.
"Fletcher, we need to talk" I say. He was now sitting up fully.
"Okay... What's going on?" he said.
"It's Dylan" he looked at the time on his phone and frowned.
"What's going on? Is he alright?" he was more awake now, and worried. I shook my head. He snatched up his phone and attempted to unlock it, but his hands were shaking. I took his hands in mine and slid his phone out of them.
He looked at me and I shook my head ever so slightly that I wasn't even sure he'd seen it move. He did though, because a single tear slid down his right cheek. Then another, and another, and then he was sobbing. I pulled him into me, letting him cry into my shoulder.
A few more tears of my own escaped but I wiped them away and rubbed Fletcher's back as he continued to cry hysterically and scream in pain.