Almost

"I'm right here why won't you answer me!" I screamed in his face, he still acted as if I'm not right in front of him. I finally got fed up and went to grab his shoulders but I just fazed right through him, and in that moment he shivered. I looked right in his eyes and started to cry, the thought of him not being with me anymore is killing me. He started to look around like something was bothering him; he only looked like that when I was upset. A longing look spread across his features. "Vade" I called out hoping he could hear me. He suddenly sat up, his chair falling over in the process and starting to look around. 'So he could hear me?' I questioned to myself. To test my out my theory I called out to him once more "Vade, over here". He wore a look of relief and happiness mixed together. Then he finally said something "Lucia, are u here, I miss you". I never thought I could be so happy hearing someones voice.

One week ago, after I ran away and instantly regretted it, I started to head home; back to my family-my boyfriend. But then something happened. I don't remember what though, my memory is still kind of hazy. Now that I think about it I can't remember anything after that, all I know is that I woke up here at my boyfriend- Vade's house and him sitting down at his kitchen table looking as if he had been up for- only God knows how long- and crying the whole time. His eyes were red and puffy, tear stains down his face, from what- I'm not sure myself.

I then asked "why haven't you been sleeping lately?" Vade didn't respond he just stared at the ground with disbelief written all over his face. It's as if I forgot something, but that's impossible I don't forget anything important. "What's with that look?" I questioned. His silence filled the room once again not a comfortable silence but a forced one. Vade can't stand ignoring me. He only did it when he didn't want to tell me something. I kept pestering him for about an hour, but to me it felt like ten minutes. I was determined to get the answer out of him. When suddenly he interrupted me saying "you're not going to stop until you get an answer out of me, aren't you?" I responded with a playful "nope" and a smile. 'I know he trusts me whole heartedly and things like this bother him, but he should know I won't tell a soul.'