He had gotten your text, A simple message sent to his phone. Only two words, yet it was enough to make the sweat lick his forehead and his hands trembled.

He knew you were having issues on your own part, he expected you to open up to him eventually, for both of your well-beings.. not.. this.

He dropped everything he was doing, sprinting in the pouring rain and thundering clouds to make sure you were okay. He clambered over his steps with his shaky he was, and how fast he was running.

He kept checking his phone as he ran, hoping you'd send something like you were joking, but he was just left with the same message; "Sal, I know this is gonna be hard for you to understand. I'm sorry. Please don't blame yourself and please don't hate me. I was lucky to have you in my life."

He couldn't even acknowledge most of the things he had passed before he stood infront of the treehouse, he climbed quickly, although he hadn't missed the note.. the note could wait until he knew you were alive.