Love Is Love

You have no control...

Jon's POV:
The sky was over clouded with an obscure noir, I could barely make out the silhouettes of objects or people passing. Reaching for my phone I switched the torch on and lightly gulped eying my battery percentage. If my phone runs out of power before I'm home I will most definitely struggle greatly. It was already a struggle to shine my torch about and not blind anybody walking by, it was too late - too dark, to be outside. And, despite trying to ignore it, there was a slight feeling of dread creeping upon me as I wandered to and fro in the streets. It was Lin's house, I'd been there many times before so how come I suddenly don't recognise a single thing on these cold winding paths? I subtly shook my head and pushed forward to a route which I vaguely remembered but, at this level of light supplied, anything to get me home is capable of trying. A man bumped into me roughly, clearly in a rush to wherever he was needed but it took a short amount of time for me to steady my senses and regain my conscious self; it was dangerous to be out this late but I was too tired to go back to Lin. The winds were picking up, I felt the cold rush through my veins hitting my skin like icy shards however I still prevailed pushing through the fighting weather and attempting to brighten my mood but, it's hard to brighten your mood when it's so dark you can no longer see your own two hands. After hours passed, I gave up resting for a few minutes against a nearby tree trunk; it was clear I was lost and there was no point persisting if my eyes were beginning to close by themselves.

Lin's POV:
After Jon left I turned back to my study but, seeing the ink spillage on my papers, I was forced to recall what he said to me:
"So go on, lock the door, never come out again for all I know. We're both as good as dead for what we did to Stacy so what's the point right?"
He'd never got so angry as that but, for some reason, I knew he wasn't angry. He was done. Such an optimistic happy bundle of joy had just done the one thing he'd never done before in his life: given up on something. He always continued to the point people pleaded his insanity but the worst thing was that... he gave up on me.

Jon's POV:
I woke with a sore back from the bark against my spine and a young girl looking down at me with a confused mother behind her. The young girl held a dollar bill in her hand and I realized immediately that they must think I'm homeless. I refused the offering kindly raising myself up from the ground and brushing my clothes from any bits of dirt or leaf, with a slight smile, I grabbed my phone internally cussing when I saw it was drained of battery and was completely useless. Lifting my head I turned around trying to figure out my position and where to go, all my problems were however solved by the Richard Roger's sign in the distance. If I simply followed that I would be out in no time and would surely be able to find my house from there. The cold was biting at my fingertips but I had to press on instead of freeze in these negative temperatures, the quicker I got there the quicker it'd be over.

Lin's POV:
I hated to be the worrisome friend but I had texted, emailed and called Jon numerous times and had no reply. I began with the soul purpose of talking things out and apologise but now I only need to hear his voice and I'll be fine. The show is at 7:30pm tonight meaning, without Jon, it was me and the kids all day. Nothing wrong with that except I can't help but worry for Jon. Even if he was ignoring me he would usually give in by now, tell me it was okay, he forgave me and that we were still friends. Still friends.

Jon's POV:
I was getting closer to the sign now, surpassing the busy streets gave me small comfort that at least I'm no longer in that forest but now I had to distinguish the way home. It was sure that I had a rough night and needed some comfort and therapy. Therapy. My therapist must be outside my house freaking out right now, eight emails altogether, every three hours a new one. And the fact I'm not in? I don't feel like explaining to the cops why I'm not at my house and chose to stay a night nowhere near my abode. Sure enough, when I got home I saw my therapist's car outside and Lin's car beside it. He never uses his car these days, he always goes via taxi. And, for the irony, both my therapist and friend looked like they had a rough night too. Guess we all struggled last night.
"Lin?"
His face lit up with relief upon seeing my face as he hugged me tightly.
"Thank the heavens you're okay! I was so worried you'd died or something!"
He sounded like a parent to which I smiled at, reassuring him I was okay and taking a deep breath before walking towards my therapist.
"Uh... hello?"
"Jon! You mustn't run away again, please, this may take time but when you find out why you did this please tell me. It will shorten your road to recovery."
Typical therapist. I fixedly nodded before getting out my keys and going inside the house, although I knew they waited up all night for me, I was too exhausted for guests so I locked the door behind me and, a few minutes later, hearing their cars drive away. I let out a deep breath I didn't know I'd been holding and walking towards my prescription pills from therapy. They are labelled 'dysthymia' on each small bottle containing the pills, what they don't know is that each time I take them I have to fight the strong urge to overdose.

AN: I know this is a very angsty book. I'm sorry but I want to appeal to audiences suffering as well as audiences who are okay. I am happy to tell you I'm currently writing another book about Lin (not a sequel) which I will publish once finished so there may be longer breaks between chapters as I switch between books. See ya in the next chapter!!!