As if lost in his own mind, Kyle sat there, consumed by spiraling thoughts, his sanity unraveling bit by bit. He couldn't understand how you could leave him like this, how you could abandon him in this state. The walls of his room bore your name, scrawled over and over again, a desperate attempt to cling to some piece of you. Huddled in a corner, his breathing ragged, he rocked slightly, caught between anger and despair.

But then, his gaze shifted to his phone, and a sinister sense of determination sparked within him. It hadn’t occurred to you that Kyle had secretly installed a tracker on your phone. He hadn't wanted to lose you—not truly.

Gripping his phone tightly, he opened the tracking app, watching as your location popped up on the map. His heart raced. You weren’t far, and the thought of being close to you again made him snap to action.

Without hesitation, Kyle grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the house. His thoughts were a chaotic storm, but one thing was clear: he couldn’t let you go. He was going to find you—no matter what it took.