The Absent Return

Chapter 4

HELLO MY WONDERFUL READERS

I know this update is late and I'm sorry. Author's note at the end.

I sat in my state of wonder, debating within myself whether I want to read this story or if I would be best not to. Hesitantly I open the book deciding that it was best to know whether she would be here early or late. I sat with my back against the headboard of my bed, my leg outstretched in front of me, feet crossed over each other, book in both hands.

I read the first few chapters which slightly informed me of her childhood but some of the stuff I was already told me. I didn't know however that she played Hermione Granger in a school play in year 6 only to get so nervous that she threw up all over the character of Ron Weasley. She also asked Connor Kidson to the end of year dance only to be rejected by him going with Cassandra Nielson, who coincidentally went to the same high school as Lydia.

It then goes on to describe how me and her met after the years of her being a smart kid for too long. The remainder of the day we met remains vivid in my mind. We were sorted into the same English class in freshman, she sat front row two off the left while I sat very back row 3 from the right. I guess you could say we weren't a lot alike.

We met in a non extravagant way in all honesty. We were on the bus ride to school and we were one of the many few left without seats, so we coincidentally stood next to each other. With Lydia being her clumsy self, fell backwards onto me more often than not. So we then got talking after she composed herself a little bit better and stopped headbutting my chest. And although she didn't admit it, I knew she secretly loved it, she never stopped.

With all these thoughts and memories of her rushing to my head, I knew this moment was nothing but pure bliss, I long to hold onto this moment so without hesitation, without another second thought, I began to read through the words that flew memories into my heart. Where they belonged.

When almost 3 hours of reading this book went by, I was left confused. How could her life be headed for a sharp corner, then reach such an abrupt dead end in such a horrific way? But no way was I to let this happen on my watch. I would use every fibre of my being to prevent this from becoming true. No matter what I had to do. If I had to die for this opportunity, I will take it.

I was brought to the odd conclusion that lying face down into my pillow would somehow fix all my problems with the swish of my Fairy Godmother's wand. But no I was to solve my... well Lydia's and in a way my problems as well. 10 minutes past and I couldn't take it, I needed some inspiration. Then, as if on cue, an idea shot me like a bullet to the head.

So with that thought in mind, still fresh and new, I bolt down to my destination and quickly grab the necessities to make my plan work.

Afterwards I raced my car to my grandad's house and hurriedly knocked on the door, thoughts covering my brain. I knocked again but more forcefully. "Come on Grandad!!" I yelled through the door. I needed to control myself, why was I yelling through my grandads door at whatever time of the day it was? I have no idea, but I needed to remain calm.

As soon as the door to his house was opened, I barged in, forgetting my later comment about trying to calm down. "Calm down there buddy." He called out to me. I hurried to his backyard needing fresh air, although it's hard to admit, I need him there to. He is the last remaining source of knowledge and the last remaining member of my family that I am able to contact after so long.

I reached outside and saw to my right a forest, and the lightbulb above my head went off. I rushed into the depths of this green surroundings.

"Stop running it won't do anything!!" I heard my grandad yelling after me. "I know that!!" I shouted in reply. "Then why try if you know it won't work." He yelled to me. "Trying is the only thing I have left." I screamed in reply.

"Believe it or not, but I know what's going through your head." I brought myself to a sudden stop, embracing his words. "No!! You don't" I exhaled the crisp morning air.

"I've read her book and I've read yours" He replied pointing his index finger straight at me. "So, I think I have a fair idea whats going on in that head of yours." I became infuriated for no apparent reason. "I have to!!" I screamed. "No, no you don't Caiden." I looked into his eyes. "What else am I supposed to do?" I queried, becoming more worried. "I read my book." I admitted.

"I know." He calmly replied.

"It told me what to do." I began the heart to heart.

"I know, I have read it." He continued.

"I just don't know whether to do it or not." I released my worries on him. Digging him a hole into further understandings of my brain. "Do you think you need too?" He questioned.

"Yes, I really do" I replied with ease as I stared into his wrinkled but yet still youthful grey eyes, that held so much knowledge I needed, but yet still showed love. Which is exactly what I need, and since Lydia isnt the one to provide it anymore, I guess this old fella will do.

AUTHORS NOTE

Ok, hello my readers. My updates have not been frequent I know that. This update is not long I understand, I am sooo sooorrry. I am attempting to create a more suitable and stable timetable so I can update more often. Once again I am so sorry my updates will hopefully be more regular.

Thank you.

Ciao, my little rays of sunshine.