"I guess that's what everyone does when they are lost," Brandon said, "they panic and fumble their way out just to get back home."
He slid down on the seat in front of her, taking his time on remembering every detail on her face. It has been way too long since he last saw her.
"Is that why you called last week at midnight without saying a word?" Mace asked, with her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on him.
She tries to keep her face neutral while facing him, arms folded up on the table; the only thing between them.
"Because you could only think of me when you were lost in your world, is that it?"
There was a long pause before he gave away the answer to her questions,
"Well, you feel just like home."
Brandon genuinely smiled at her, but she looked away.
"I'm sorry, Brandon. I can't."
