he panicked.
he couldn't steady himself as he dialed her number for the hundredth time. he sent multiple messages and none, even one, was answered by her. and he started flooding her in the morning and now it is almost evening.
he can't help but to think negative thoughts as he sat on the sofa in her house. yes, he has a key and he roamed the house but he didn't found her.
then the door opened. and she entered, looking so fresh and happy that it angered him that he was so agitated while here she was, innocent about his worries.
"where have you been?"
"shh mister and come with me."
they walked, holding each other's hand. they climbed stairs as they reach higher and higher. he was now the innocent if what's happening now. and they reached the highest floor and a fabric immediately blocked his view.
"what's up?"
"guess what?"
"i don't know."
"then better."
then he felt the absence of her presence. he was standing still, focusing in the sounds he can hear. there were rustles and footsteps and he smiled, still clueless. then his hands were held again.
"happy birthday."
"w-what?"
"i love you. always remember that and me."
and something crashed to his lips and it stopped him Sven if it was a fast one. the feeling of the softness crumbles him but what overjoyed him was that she said those words for the first time.
but when he was about to pull her back, his hands caught an empty space. wind blew and the sounds of crickets can be heard.
thus the terrified screams at distance.
