You wander through the misty forest, the air heavy with loss. Every step feels like a question. You remember his eyes, the way he’d look at you, his hand warm in yours.

Did he run away?

You stop by the old oak, searching for any sign of him, but it’s empty. The silence is almost unbearable, your chest tight with longing.

If he ran away, come back home

You kneel, fingers brushing the wildflowers where you used to sit together. Eyes closed, you try to hold onto the memory of his voice, his smile.

Just come home