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My legs carried me to a distance I thought I wouldn't be able to reach. I was horribly tired, and it seemed as if the moment the man told me I was dying, I became weaker. As if he spoke my doom into existence, cursing me with this despicable unknown sickness. But if all else failed, I at least had to find Stone. Breaking twigs, and slightly tripping I made it to our home. The lights were on. Yet there was a car, parked on the little pathway I made with pebbles and roses. I took a breath and continued, kicking the mat for the key and letting myself in. I almost fainted out of my disappointment. It was Iven. Not Stone, and though I was already worried, my fear consumed me greatly. A stray tear rolled down my face as I whispered no to myself. Where did he go? Did he leave me? Before I got the chance to say goodbye? "Hello?" Composing myself, I sniffed away my apparent disappointment, and swiped down my tears. "Hello, you must be Iven." I reluctantly replied, taking off my coat and setting it on the rack we set beside the door. Iven seemed to be making himself comfortable. A mug of freshly made tea, laced between his golden brown fingers. And his coat resting beside mine, his sleeves rolled up, as he sat down on the wooden chair Stone and I made with our hands. As if he purposefully read the initials on the back of the head rest he took Stone's seat, leaving mine painfully empty. Feeling as if I'd betray him by sitting down across from another that wasn't him, I lingered about in the kitchen. "Ye-, yes I am Iven. But who are you? Do you live here with Stone?" "I used to. I came to visit, say hello. But..I suppose he's no longer here." "He left a note in his absence. I suppose, it is for you?" Rising to his feet, he nearly touched the roof, craning his neck as he grew near to me, he finally stood his height. Swallowing hard, I looked up to him. His features so much more similar to Stone's in a way that seemed haunting. Noticing this I turned away anxiously, and Iven took my hand gently and placed the note in my palm. "My brother seems happier right? He isn't sad, or mad? How are his nightmares?" "He is happy. Though he still has his nightmares, they aren't as frequent, he's been getting better." "Mother would be pleased, to know that he's alright, if only I could release the weight off of her gentle heart. I wish he'd reach out to her." Reluctantly looking back at the empty table, he returned his sight to mine. "Please tell him I stopped by will you?" "Y-yes of course." Nodding gratefully, Iven let himself out of the door, leaving me all alone to wallow away in my burning sorrow. Allowing the thin slip of paper slide through my fingers, I felt my stomach ache. And my throat let out a loud cry as I attempted to calm myself. My hands shook as I felt the doom that awaited me on those lines, written from a heart that I've grown to know, and love. I couldn't read it. I didn't want to.
