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Chapter Seven | StabbedXCroatia

I got up at dawn.

I got my van, drove back to their house, said my goodbyes and left.

I got their phone numbers and since then there's been a group chat made for the four of us with thousands of messages in the last few weeks.

It's been weeks. It's crazy to think it's been so long, but really it hasn't been that long at all.

It's almost May now. The weather sucks depending on where you go, it's either humid or really chilly.

I'd written a few more chapters in my book. I was almost done with it, hard to believe it really. After all the time it'd taken, all the research I'd done, all the places that inspired me.

Maybe when I was done, I'd visit them.

I couldn't work when I was there but at least I was distracted from everything else. That inevitably one day I could crash, or go missing or end up in the hospital again. The fact I was all alone even surrounded by so many.

Italy had been great, so was Slovenia and Croatia. But I was circling back to Germany rather than stopping through the other counties nearby. There was a festival of sorts coming up but I wasn't gonna sit and wait for a month in the same country.

I almost wanted a sure-fire excuse to go back and stay but what would that even be?

'Hey I'm lonely, I'm back to mooch off you guys and block out your annoying orgies.' I can't just walk in and say that.

I wonder if that weird murderer had been caught.

I was in an empty lot. Suspicious I know, but there aren't so many places to park a van for free.

It was nightfall and I'd gotten everything ready for bed. I had all my shades closed and everything locked. My bed was made up, the trash taken out and I was in my hello kitty pajamas I've been wearing out since high school.

I was waiting for them to text back, they were probably busy with something. A girl likely, maybe a guy, you never know.

I was off in my own little world when I noticed my water jugs were super low and I'd completely forgotten.

In America walking to a convince store in pajamas is normal but not in Croatia. Not that I know of anyway.

My shirt was fine, just old but I changed into lose black pants and flip flops despite the chillier temperature.

I kept my phone in my hand and a box cutter in the opposite pocket.

Gilbert finally messaged back. He was eating a bucket of popcorn.

They were watching a movie together, sweet. No guests either, just them.

I missed them. It was weird to me that I bonded with them so quickly, they were friendly and inviting and a little mysterious. You could tell they were genuine when they'd wanted me to stay. They had a calming presence when they smiled.

I unlocked my phone to answer them while I walked the block to the closest convenience store.

(Y/n): Jealous, have fun

Gil: You should come visit

(Y/n): it's only been a couple weeks

Francis: still in Croatia?

(Y/n): yep

Antonio: in bed by now I hope

(Y/n): nope getting some water

Gil: be careful dummy

(Y/n): no promises

Antonio: hopefully you'll find a good enough reason in your standards to drop by