Boundaries

Can't Help Falling In Love.

I haven't heard from Hero in a week.

To say I was worried is a bit of an understatement.

And of course, on top of my worry I was pissed off needless to say.

Why hadn't he reached out?

Why hadn't he come around?

Where the hell was he?

I wasn't dumb enough to believe that he wasn't hanging around those hooligans.

But he gave me his word.

Maybe, just maybe, he had every intention of avoiding me for this long.

Getting through work this week was difficult with a raging mind, and I knew I'd have to make the first move.

I needed to see him.

Even if I didn't get answers, like I knew I wouldn't, just being near him was enough.

To make sure he was alright.

For all I knew he could be dead.

I laugh to myself at the thought, tears beginning to burn at my eyes.

He couldn't be.

I'd sense if something was off.

Hero and I had this connection.

One that I hoped was stronger than the one he had with his gang.

I wrap my jacket tighter around my body as I walk to Hero's studio, hoping he was there.

If not, I'd wait for him.

When I finally get there, I go back and forth with whether or not I should let myself in or knock.

It's crazy how one week can start to change everything.

I decide to knock, hoping Hero would figure out it's me.

He doesn't like opening the door for anyone, especially because there was a possibility that the wrong person could find him at the wrong time.

I usually was the only one who'd knock, given he lived in an abandoned studio.

I make myself wait a few more minutes, knocking here and there before pulling out my spare key and letting myself in.

The studio was empty, all of the lights shut off.

I flip one of the switches, only turning on one of the chandeliers hanging from the roof.

I remove my coat and bag, placing them on the worn leather couch before walking aimlessly around the studio.

Once again, I find myself alone with my thoughts, wondering where the hell he could be.

Just as I'm about to make my way over to Hal's to see if he's there, I hear the door open.

I groan in relief before walking towards the steps.

Hero looks surprised to see me at first, but when he notices my unamused expression he stiffens. "Hey."

"Hey back." I simply say, folding my arms over my chest.

I could tell he was searching for something to say.

Anything.

But there was nothing he could say.

So, I spoke for him.

"Where've you been?"

Hero lets out a heavy sigh before maneuvering around me. But I keep my composure as I follow him towards the loft.