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Part 112 - Another ached heart

I know, I know, this isn't getting anywhere with the story, but bear with me a little longer :D ❤. Enjoy ^.^
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(Craig POV)
I opened the main door, smelling something delicious. I smiled to myself and walked in.

"I'm home," I shouted, feeling warmness in my heart saying that.

Home.

"Don't! Stop... close your eyes," Tyler shouted back, and I laughed, taking off my jacket.

"Do you have your eyes closed?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes in amusement.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, taking off my shoes.

Within few seconds he walked into the hall, wearing a suit. I blinked several times, when he frowned.

"Craig! Close your eyes," he sounded offended and disappointed.

What's going on? Why does he have a suit? Are we going somewhere?

"Sorry," I whispered, closing my eyes.

I heard footsteps coming towards me, and I felt how he took my hand. I blindly followed him somewhere, and then we stopped.

"Alright, open them," he said, and I did what he asked me for.

I excitedly looked around. The dinning room was all light up by the candles, the window's curtains refused to let the morning sun in. On the table there were two plates with a delicious looking meal, bottle of wine. I looked confusedly at Tyler.

"A-are we celebrating something?" I asked, and he let go of my hand.

"Well... we missed our month anniversary, then we broke up, got back together. I just felt like making you happy with this. Are you happy?" He asked, and I quickly nodded, feeling all sentimental.

"Yes! Yes, this is amazing!" I smiled at him.

"Alright... so sit down, I'll take care of this early dinner."

"It's 7 am. You call it an early dinner?" I laughed, sitting down.

"Shush!"

Tyler sat against me, pouring me a wine. I took a sip, smiling at him. This all made me so happy.

"How's Evan doing?" He asked carefully.

He wants to kill Mark and Jack. He didn't looked terrified, or trembling. He was focused, rather emotionless.

"He's doing better than I thought," I replied, gathering all my courage.

I have to ask. Evan needs my help. But how?

"Tyler," I started, feeling my nervous heart beating so fast.

He looked at me with worries written in his eyes, but he patiently waited for my other words.

"I'm sorry to remind you such a horrific events, I'm not doing this on purpose. But can I ask you a simple question?" I asked, and he was silent.

"Please," I whispered, gripping the fork in my hands tighter.

"Go on."

"Evan told me that there was a man in the room, who made him choose between you and Delirious. That man was called Luke, and I was wondering if you know him by any chance."

He was silent, then took a bite out of his food. I patiently waited, already knew I fucked up this atmosphere.

"I have no idea who that man was," he replied.