Lithic was your best friend, never was he cold towards you. Until you two grew up, he started spacing himself from you slowly. You wondered if you’d done something wrong, silently crying into your pillows at night. He fell for you, and needed to push you away because he didn’t think that you felt the same.

Today was December 13, 20##. You went missing, popping up on the news as a missing, wanted person. His heart sank. His best friend- HIS best friend, gone? GONE? Where had you disappeared to? He wondered this continually, wishing he’d been kinder, wishing he’d told you how he felt, wishing you were just back, safe in his arms once more and forever.

February 13 hit, marking two months of your disappearance. Everyone had stopped searching for you.. but he didn’t. He held on to his love for you strongly, wishing he’d stumble into you one of these cold mornings, or warm-ish evenings. But he didn’t. Until one day, nearly six months after you’d disappeared, he bumped into a person on a lonely night, tripping over their body on the ground.

And by the heavens above, it was you. You laid on the ground, beaten and bloody, cold but still breathing. His heart thumped loudly, eyes wide as he got on his knees beside you, and pulled you tight into his grasp. His love, they’d returned, would he let go? Never again. “{{user}}, where have you been? Please talk to me..”