The Way I Love You- A Staldez Fanfic (COMPLETED)

Returning Is Much Harder

Anna POV:

Where's Peter when I need him? Mark made me come back to work today. He said he can't afford having both of us out. It's hard to return to work, alone, after a month. A whole month. A whole month with no Peter.

This month has felt like a year. No a century. Actually an eternity. Never ending.

Each day harder than the last. Each morning waking up and wondering if today will be today. The day we finally find Peter. Every night going to bed hoping that tomorrow will be different. Hoping that tomorrow we will get a lead on Peter. That we'll find him. That he'll be okay.

I have a constant fear nagging at my brain. The fear that I'll never see Peter again. The fear that PD will come knocking on my door. The fear of hearing those words. The words I've been dreading since I found Peter missing. He is dead. He's never coming home.

People think that after a month I'm over this. I'm not. I never will be. I will never get over this. I will never recover. I will never go back to the way I was before.

They've stopped asking if I was alright. They stopped asking if i was sleeping. They've stopped asking how I'm holding up. The truth is that I wish they would ask me these questions. I need to tell someone. I can't keep these thoughts boiling up inside of me.

The other day I broke down. I started crying and I couldn't stop. All of my tears from this horrendous month coming all at once. I never thought it'd end. And now I'm petrified that it will happen again, at work.

As I walk up to my desk I glance over to Peter's vacant office. I haven't been in there since he was kidnapped. I put my papers down on my desk and silently walk up to his office. I stop. My hand freezes inches from the door. What was I thinking? I can't possibly do this. But I know I should. Maybe, just maybe, there is something in there that could help PD on their never ending search.

I eventually gather up my courage and walk through those doors. I close the door behind me and slowly walk up nto his desk. I sit in his chair and silently look at all his unfinished work lying on his desk. I break down. The tears start. I can't stop. And the funny thing is that I don't want to stop. I've hid my feelings this whole time and I'm finally letting them out.

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AN: I'm sorry this was so short. I'm currently sitting in my history class and trying to pay attention as I write. I hoped this turned out okay. Have a great day/night! 😘