Longing

       It's another day, your sitting in your usual fourth hour class at the same usual table. Normally, you might consider listening in on your classmates conversations and possible adding your thoughts, but today you didn't feel like talking to anyone. Besides them. It had been over a few months since you last saw the RFA. And you missed them. So much. The whole situation occurred during summer vacation and afterwords you were forced to return to your normal life, and due to your own safety reasons you haven't been able to reach out to them nor share any of the events that occurred during your break to your friends and family. They wouldn't react well. You always missed them, but today your longing was strong. More specifically for him

     After class, the longing didn't go away. It followed you throughout every hour, every test.  You thought about him every second. How bad you wanted to embrace him and share them with the world, share your love. You promised yourself to keep your distance. It was destroying you after all, the thought of losing him hurt to the core but you knew it was impossible to be together. You just wanted love. His love. Why was life so cruel to take that from you? It may be unhealthy and risky to find him but so is longing every second thinking about all you've missed within the last few months and his comforting words that he spilled too you in early morning phone calls. No one knew what you were going through, no one knew the pain of being separated from the one you hold closest. You couldn't take it.

      After school you ran home in a desperate attempt to recover from the sense of pain and your hearts feelings of misplacement. Storming through your front door into your room, you landed on your bed with a thump and all your emotions came pouring down your cheeks. Why? Why did I get attached? I knew it would end, I knew it was too good to last forever. You've repeated this to yourself since you were first separated. You promised you wouldn't give in, you promised you'd start to live your life without the constant need of reassurance and love from the members of the RFA. But you couldn't keep it. It was too hard. Facing the truth was inevitable but today you were giving in. You decided to find him, with or without your sanity. With tears rushing over your eyes, you opened up your phone and searched for your love. With a quick tap. He was back. Now all you had to do was wait.

       Before you knew it, you were back on the login menu of mystic messenger. Even though it's a game, you know he truly loves you. So it can't be that bad? Right?