The Ocean In My Mind

Worth It?

"For you, my love, it's worth it."

That was the last time I ever saw him. He just vanished. I tried to find him, but I couldn't. I asked his parents if they knew where he went, but they pretended that they didn't know who he was. No one claimed that they even knew him, even though I know they did.

Finally, I found someone who did say he knew him. He said that he did something unspeakable. Something everyone knew about, but no one talked about. Everyone knew. Everyone, except me. What did he do? What could be so horrible that it would make people pretend he doesn't exist? Why did he say it was worth it? 

I want to know what he did, but at the same time, I don't. I don't want to know what he did, because he said it was worth it. For me. I don't even know what he did. He just came to my house, hugged me, and whispered those words in my ear. Then he left. I was confused and didn't think much about it. Now I wish I had ran after him and asked him what he meant. Well, that was the past, and there is nothing I can do about it now. I should just focus on trying to find out what he did, and then try and find him. 

But how should I do that? When I ask people, they either avoid the topic or pretend the person I'm talking about doesn't exist. So, I asked the one person who acknowledged his existence. He said to go find the person who lives in the middle of the woods that are in the middle of nowhere. He said that he might be able to tell me, if I get there alive. Now my concern is whether I can even find the house. A house in the middle of the woods. In the middle of nowhere. Just great. When will I get a break?