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lost..in time, in past or in love?

"for to be wise and in love exceeds man's might."

-shakespeare 'Troilus and Cressida'

           Alex Callisto wasn't there the next day or the next and the next. People noticed, gossiped then forgot. That's what people do, don't they? They see, they mock, then they behave like nothing happened. His friends stopped looking anywhere he could be found but that guy didn't stop.

the skinny man with pointy ears. dum dum.

      He couldn't stop looking. It was the fire and it had burned through his soul. He and Alex weren't just two people anymore, he had become a part of him and how can one leave a part of him behind and expect to feel complete without it? He kept looking for him and prayed for him on the stairs of the tower. The tower responded by shedding some of its autumn leaves.

        He stopped caring about anything else.

To the growing vampire attacks.

To the Lord's expected visit.

 Even to the fact that the Lord had given orders to demolish the tower.

The sadness in Marcus' eyes was just a reflection of hollowness in his heart.

           Xan patted him while going to the kitchen, while going to work, or even sometimes while they were sitting silently thinking about their own universes.

    " there, there", every pat held it like he could understand what Marcus was going through, as if he himself had been thee. That was the problem, he hadn't been there. No one can feel what the other is going through even if they had gone through it. Every person's pain-measuring scale is different.

   Autumn went by, winter knocked on doors. Winter was beautiful. It was Marcus' favourite season. At least till last year. He liked winter. He liked the trees all covered up in snow, the snowmen all lined up besides the road, children playing with snowmen and snow balls.

but now a winter without Alex was meaningless to him.

        He stopped looking for him, but he couldn't stop visiting the places he could be found.

The 'coffee maker cafe'

The stairs of 'the dessert light'

The 'ever green apple garden'

     

              Even though his brain knew that Alex won't ever come back, a part of his heart waited silently for a miracle to happen.

         He told Eleanor after  few days. He never kept a secret for this long. He had to let it out. Hiding secrets is an art and only a few people knew it. He thought Eleanor was a heartless murderer, but still his mother. He thought that she wouldn't tell anyone, that she will keep someone's secret this time but he was lying to himself and a part of his heart knew that,

Eleanor told the Lord

The Lord told the head

The head told his wife

His wife told everyone

                     He knew he was in trouble as soon as he entered the big ugly door of the Sacrifice Room.

    He saw that all the elder witches and Draculas had gathered there. He knew he wouldn't trust anyone again as soon as he saw his mother there too.