for him [bxb] ✔️

25 // plans

I was always pained to think of how a boy like Connor had survived through such hard endearments and lived as proof that his story was real and could be done.

Until then, he had lived off of light scraps and any nutrition I could bring him where he remained in a shallow ridge of overbearing trees and a small rock cave.

He insisted his fateful existence be kept to my eyes and mine alone as he refused any help I tried to support him with which would sometimes involve the once trusted police officers and the clean shaven teachers at his old high school.

When Peter failed to be seen by the rest of the curious town, questions began to be asked and while they speculated, I hid my love away where I could guarantee he would be safe from the prying eyes and the suspicious glances.

As I lay still in the too stiff and too white hospital bed, it was my thoughts that joined the speculation concerning the whereabouts of the boy I had once called Emerald.

He would be hungry and from the time boasted about on the wall clock and on the sterling silver watch which my father wore with pride, I found myself worried for the well being of Connor.

It had taken me hours of begging the nurses and pleading the lone visitors from school to retrieve a pen and paper. Each were too concerned, too speculating to realize how important it was to not worry for my sole purpose.

Kayla was the one to crack and as she peered over my shoulder, my hand scrawled a brief note on the piece of cream lobby stationary with only numbers and names of places meshed with a jumble of unnecessary nouns and adverbs.

Connor was smart. Smarter than people took him for. As I was confident he could decode my message, I asked Kayla to drop the folded up message off at the logger who lived at the edge of town with a new plan set in motion.

She took off with the paper and a bottle of my unwanted antidepressant medication.