~Jennie’s~

"Where the hell have you been?"

My voice echoes off the corridor walls before I even see him clearly. But then…he's there. Reo. Just standing there like some ghost that forgot how to walk through doors.

His coat’s half-buttoned, his shirt wrinkled, and his eyes…God, his eyes…they’re heavy, dark, and hollow. His hair’s unbrushed. His lips are dry. He looks like he hasn’t eaten in days. And I want to hit him. I want to hug him. I want to scream until he gives me an answer.

But I settle for walking straight up to him. “You disappeared. Again. For a whole damn week! No calls, no texts, not...