Caught - FINISHED

Gone

I know I spent a lot of time sleeping and reading books, the hospital was dull and grey. I have tried getting up and walking around but it kinda hurts. Toby is, as far as I know, gone. He hasn't answered my texts and he hasn't visited me. I have been doing my detective work on my computer and the boss said he hasn't show up for work but took some days off, a few weeks have passed though. Maybe he was at his dad's grave... I'm pretty sure that's it. I dont want to think of other possibilities like hunting down Raven. Or drowning himself in alcohol at a stripper joint.

I am allowed out but I can't go back to work just yet, I need rest apparently. I have also looked up Angel, she apparently dropped out of school and joined a secret organization who kill the bad people. She is basically a vigilante like Raven but she made it official. I was pretty surprised to discover that she didn't finish school, she used to say she wanted to become a lawyer or a doctor. Guess people, including myself, change a lot. I know that I didn't keep in touch with Raven or Angel all that much, I guess it's mostly my fault. Like all the other crappy stuff.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to that night on the bloody road and carve a completely different path for us. Then maybe our lives wouldn't be so fucked up. Maybe...

Maybe my dad wouldn't have been so...

Nevermind. There was no changing him. He was crazy from the start.

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Our flat is dusty, Toby's clothes are gone... he is gone... all my family and friends are gone. I held in a chocked sob, crying is for the weak. I sat down at the table and put down my bag, the dust floated up before settling once more. I closed my eyes and let one tear slip down my face. It burned.

Toby's POV: 

Toby, dressed all in black, the sun burning him, watched and cried as the remains of his father were buried. The funeral was short and a few people showed up to pat him on the back, Toby didn't think they wanted to be there though. All the people that were there apologized and told him to make sure that it wasn't his fault. He knew that. It was that bitch, Raven's fault.

He went to his old house and opened it. It hadn't changed at all from his memories, if only he had stayed here with his dad. The house was dusty and some parts were cracked, it was old. Toby could fix it up, he would move here and take his father's job, yes! but...but Hope.

He remember the image of her face in the hospital, trying not to betray all the emotions she had held inside herself for so long. Usually he was the one comforting her, not the other way around. When it came to comforting him she was at a loss and he knew that maybe it could have been different.

He sat down and rubbed his palms over his face, groaning internally at himself as he thought of Hope. He...he still loved her. God damn! He didn't want to think of this right now! He wanted to mourn and thats what he was going to damn do! Hope the thing that had weighed him down and now that was in the past! Yeah, he would get better. With ought the help of Hope.

He took a sheet of paper and a pen, he was going to write a letter to her telling her about his decision, letters were old fashion but at least she would stop pestering him on his phone. His decision was hasty but he knew that the relationship wouldnt work out. He would need to get a new phone as well so the pest would not even have a chance at talking to him.

He sighed, no she wasn't a pest...she was just worried. He quickly thought hard about everything and decided it would be best if...if he left her. For good. No regrets.

This relationship wasn't healthy and was based purely on the past.

If it continues then they would both get hurt, even more then they already were.

He thought/hoped he had made a good, grown up decision.

Hope's POV:

I got a letter, it was from Toby in his handwriting and it said my name. The curls on the H of Hope made my hands twist and I struggled to think for a moment. He wrote to me! Maybe he wasn't angry anymore and everything could go back to the way it was!

...It wasn't a nice letter, it was a letter that made me cry for days because I thought he was coming back but he wasn't and he probably never will...He said he no longer wanted to be together, it's his choice but I still love him. 

I love him so much!

Why is he hurting me like this!?

I thought we were good for each other?