Alaric
"Har…old? You're actually here?" A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I stared at him, my vision blurring slightly at the margins. "Where the hell have you been? I have been searching everywhere for you. They say… they keep saying you aren't real, and I…"
Harold gave me a long, questioning look before his lips slowly curved into a familiar grin.
Why the hell is he just standing there grinning? I thought, panic starting to claw its way up my throat.
Here I was, completely spiraling into total mental chaos, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I had spent weeks wondering what the hell was happening to my sanity and why he had suddenly vanished without a trace, yet he was looking at me as if nothing had changed.
"Where did you disappear to when I needed you the most? Why did you lie to me about where you live?" I demanded, running a frantic hand through my hair before heaving a ragged sigh. "Where have you been, Harold? Answer me!"
