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Spring break was a disaster. 

I had planned everything, mapped out all places, decided on destinations, time spent, activities in between, even clothing choices, which, mind I remind you, I never did, and it all had gone to waste. 

No, it hadn't just gone to waste, it had evaporated into thin air, like a soap bubble popping in front of your face. That's the correct way of describing and representing what had happened.  And it was all because of Devon.

Let me rewind it a bit so you can catch up why things were like this. 

So, the rest of last week I had spent lunches with Devon,as per usual, and then talking with Nora after classes. 

She was an awkward and strange person at times, but hey, we all had our differences. The majority of our period spent together she had been down to earth and generally interested in everything I was saying. She was paying attention to me and my words and I valued that in the person. Nora seemed someone that really took interest in one person as a whole, not just a fraction of them.

Then, by Friday, we were saying goodbye and wishing each other the utmost success. She was going back to her town, even though I didn't get around to ask her where it was, and she wished for us to meet some time. She even gave me her number so I would call her if I needed any help with school and things. I could imagine us becoming friends if our time was somewhat longer. She had also surprised me by dropping by at my house on Saturday morning before she was traveling back and we had hugged and said goodbye over hot chocolate that my mom made. 

Before Devon was going back home, I didn't get a chance to say bye, but I didn't bother much about it since we had arranged to see each other the start of the week after that, or more precisely, this week.

So, last weekend I went and visited Trish. It had been a long time since we'd seen each other and she was a little bummed out when I told her that I was staying for such a short time, but she was happy that I was going to spend the break with a friend, unlike her that needed to study for her tests after the break. And, on top of that, her school still gave her only one week of break. Deciding to use the short amount of time we had to our advantage, we had sat down and made a list of all the things I was going to do and places I should visit with Devon. 

That Sunday I had returned home happy and pleased with the plan I had in hand. The spring break was going to be awesome. Or so I thought. 

Monday comes and no peep from Devon. Deciding I wasn't an impatient person, I sat put and let the day unfold. I reasoned with myself that he could have been caught up in some work, or decided to spend some more time with his mother, or he was just returning later that day. So, I waited because stupid me still hadn't asked for Devon's number.

Next came Tuesday. Still no word from Devon. Now, I was getting a bit impatient. And worried too. Staying in my room, I waited for any sign of him as my thoughts went wild. What if something had happened? What is he'd gotten into trouble? What if he was hurt somewhere and he couldn't ask for help? Then logic had kicked in, reminding me that Devon was a demon, a powerful supernatural being that surely knew how to save himself if the situation came to that. 

Then came Wednesday. The day Ethan was coming back home to stay until the end of the week. Each year his arrival made me giddy and excited, but this time my mind was preoccupied with other things instead of my brothers arrival. He had noticed this too.

Me and Ethan had a ritual that we would put into motion every spring break for the time he was here. We would spend the mornings eating cereal that one of us would prepare, each morning switching. Then, we'd go out in town, choosing a different store to spend 2-3 hours in, while ending up buying five items top. After that, we'd go out for lunch to a place that we'd randomly pick by pointing a finger with closed eyes at the map in the middle of the town square. We'd then return home by nightfall, sometimes eating dinner and sometimes not and finishing the day with a movie marathon of the most funniest movies that we both have watched before.