FLAKE'S POV
It has been a week since we last saw Till. I don't know how to feel about this. I'm angry he ran off like this, but I'm scared too. Scared because who knows where he is. His habit of drinking has gone too far. He's an alcoholic now. For all I know, he could be drinking right now. I feel this wave of guilt rush over me as I reach for my phone. I don't want him mad at me, but I don't want him to continue to run off like this. I'm sure somewhere in that thick skull of his he knows that we are doing this for his own good. None of us like bothering each other, but when it gets serious, that's when we must step in. I would hate for Till to be going through what he went through back in the Sehnsucht era. He would drink relentlessly and do an excessive amount of drugs. Both him and Richard were completely hooked. Till eventually grew to realize that he didn't want to lead a lifestyle like that. His alcohol problem came back though. I let out a sigh and reach for my phone. I decide to call Till. I miss him greatly. I have this strong love for him. I care so much it's almost impossible to believe. I start reflecting on his life choices and acts of kindness. I notice that he constantly looks after everyone but himself. I don't want him hurting himself just because he doesn't know how to take care of himself. He answers my call, and I find myself to be begging him to come back. He refuses to come back however. Despite my efforts, he still refuses. This must be something else if he refuses this. "Sorry Flake" was his last response before refusing to pick up any other time I called. I gave calling him a rest because clearly that wasn't getting any of us anywhere. Tracking him would be useless considering how much he jumps from place to place.
"Hey, Flake. Check this out," exclaims Paul as he runs towards me holding his phone. "It says Till's in Stuttgart! We're close by aren't we? More people took pictures with him too. Look."
I see Till's face and observe his facial features. His facial expression seems rather sad and distant. His eyes look empty and full of depression. He clearly is not happy with his current situation. I shoot a look at Richard who proceeds to glance over at Oliver. We all agreed to go on this journey to Stuttgart. I opened my phone and took a look at Till once last time.
I promise we'll get there soon. Don't die on me, Till.
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Originally written: March 27, 2018
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RandomTill is on thin ice with the keyboardist. He shouldn't be drinking, and yet he still is. The rest of the band members care greatly for Till. All except, Christoph (or so it seems to be that way.) Till finds himself having to run away from the band...
