When I went home all I could think about was him. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep thinking about how it was all my fault. I was feeling an erg to run to him. That night I slept from 3:00 am to 5:00am. I dreamed about him. His fancy tie and the way he touched my face. His face wouldn't leave my head. You could feel that he felt lost inside. I have to see him again! I grabbed my camera and my bike. I rode straight to the shop in which it all happened. I waited hoping he would awake his slumber. The day went on. I wanted to sleep. But I couldn't rest until I saw his his face. The stores cashier that helped me poison the man walked out of the store. She slowly turned to me and stared into my eyes. She never spoke a word but I heard everything she was saying. She told my where to find him. I hoped on my bike and ride down the hill.
