Kevin was never going to accept the fact that you were gone. Disappeared into thin air like the other two percent of the population. Well, that’s not what happened, because you chose to go through with it. You chose to let yourself be so contaminated with radiation that you would be able to go wherever they went.

He had searched for decades. Literally. The man wouldn’t let up whether you were gone or not. He couldn’t see himself just letting you go— letting you leave into another dimension.

He looked everywhere.

Where you argued last. The thing that brought the two of you apart. He remembers shouting, and shouting, and more shouting. There’s nothing wrong with an argument. But there is something wrong when he can never see you again after it.

He seemed to have struck lucky when he had showed your picture to a woman in the town. She said she didn’t know you, sure, but her eyes spoke differently, and as an officer of the law, he could easily read her.

Is that why he’s stood outside of your house? It’s not the greatest idea. Not really. Will you even know who he is? Or will the operation have took you out so bad that you won’t remember anything from the first time you were of this world?

His fist raps against the door.

And he waits. He can hear you inside. Because he can hear your footsteps and the banging of cupboards shutting and everything.

But will you answer?

He wouldn’t be too surprised if you didn’t. If you just left him to rot without you. Because that’s the way it would start going.

But you do open the door, and you don’t say a single word as you take in Kevin’s face.

“{{user}}?” He has so much to say.