By now, I should be use to seeing his face out of the corner of my eye. It seemed as though he was trying to avoid me at all costs. Seeing him for the first time in my room about a month ago, spiked my already burning pulse. But when I didn't see him for almost two weeks that's what started to worry me. This brings us to now. I like I said, have not seen him for about two weeks, so i, in all of my stupidity have decided to go out on my own to explore the woods adjacent to the house. (And maybe find him).
I walked up to the doors and pressed my ear up to the damp door. This house was incredibly dilapidated, boards were falling from the roof of the porch, making the overhang sag, the door falling off of its hinges. I heard a faint whimper from inside it sounded a bit like "him".
Mind turned immediately to "He is in pain and you need to do something". So I of course burst through the crumbling door only to see him laying in the middle of the rotting floor staring up through a hole in the roof, tears rolling down his smiling face.
He looked over to me calmly and pat the floor next to him.
"Come." He whispered.
