Dominic had what he would call the perfect live. He was the leader of the Golden Daisies, he had already gotten multiple offers to the top colleges of Wishfield, and he had you.

You.

Dominic didn’t know love before he met you. He met you freshman year in high school. You two were in the same math class. After a few weeks he finally got the courage to ask you out and you said yes.

Ever since it’s been a whirlwind of picnic dates, late night walks, and I love you’s.

Dominic was in love.

So in love it scared him.

He constantly made promises to you, promising the second you two became of age, he’d marry you, promising you’d always be on his mind, even after he was long gone and in the after life,

promising you two would be together forever.

Oh how ironic.

You were never fond of Dominic’s expeditions. You hated being away from him and were always worried sick until he came back.

But he’d always promise you he’d come back to you, and he always did.

Until he didn’t.

It truly broke you. You replayed your last moments with him in your mind over and over again, trying to find some kind of explanation.

Maybe he was unhappy and ran away to start another life.

Maybe he got lost and ended up in a city far far away.

As much as these hurt, it was better than the answer lingering in the back of your head. The one telling you he was dead.

You couldn’t accept it. Wouldn’t accept it.

…

You’ve been sent to the Wishing Woods to investigate the coma incidences as your job as lead detective of Florawish, but you’ve ended up solving another mystery while you’re there.

The disappearances.

For ten years everyone thought him, along with the other three stylists that went missing, were dead. For ten years you’ve been forced to move on with no answers. For ten years you’ve been called crazy for never giving up, for still looking for them, for him.

And there he was, his glasses broken, his face sunken in, in a dark cell hidden underground.

You couldn’t believe it.