lorens point of view:
it's another one of those nights, the one where i'm tired but can't sleep. the one where my mind wonders to places it never normally would. the one where my thoughts take over my dreams and leave me tossing and turning the second i lied down. i don't know why but i can't breathe right and it feels as if there is a person pressing down on my chest causing me to have my heart speed up.
i give in and don't sleep and decided to call havrey, it's the first night he's been away from me after a week of him staying here. he wanted to sleepover marks house, only a few blocks away. it took me a few seconds to realize he was probably fast asleep by now.
guilt urged its way into me causing my stomach to drop, but it quickly picked back up once i heard harvey's voice, "hey lor, you okay?" it was like just his voice was the cure i needed to breathe fine again.
"no, im sorry it's so late but i couldn't sleep and im having an anxiety attack and just can't.."
"baby, stop, just breathe, okay?" i nodded, although i knew he couldn't see it, "ill be right over, make some tea and snuggle up to your pink fuzzy blanket downstairs i know where the spare key is ill let myself in, put on a funny movie."
"i love you, thank you, im so sorry for waking you," i frown.
"don't be, im glad you called, you know you can call me whenever and ill be here for you. i love you too baby, i gotta go call order an uber be there as quick as i can!"
"be safe," i said quietly, still not ignoring this feeling in my gut.
"always am, my love," he said quickly before hanging up.
i did as he told, i made some tea, grabbed my fuzzy blanket and put on 'grown ups'. i waited. for hours. i thought he fell back asleep or something before my gut feeling finally took over, "mom!" i screamed practically breaking each step with my stomps.
"what? what's wrong?" she said sitting up quickly.
"harvey is missing, i know it."
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authors note:
my story has been to happy, time to spice things up again;)
