King
Ihaven’t seen Ciro for 48 hours and I miss him like crazy. I don’t get what it means for him to go dark. I know that Boston tried to explain it to me, even Matteo tried to explain it but none of it makes sense. Well, to my poor heart it doesn’t. It’s odd that someone I haven’t known for longer than three months, I’ve spent a lot of time with him. Every waking moment I saw him and right before I went to sleep, he was there, but now; it feels like a punishment that I can’t see him. I get out of the empty bed and make my way to the shower. I get ready and I’m glad that we’re not back in Quebec City or else, it would’ve been hard to be alone. Once I’m done everything and I leave the room, I crash headfirst into a muscled chest. I look up and it’s Bobby, he’s smiling at me with a cast on his arm.
“You’ve been behaving while I was gone, right?” He teases.
“Bobby!” I shout his name with excitement. I hug him and forget about his arm. He groans but tries to shut it down so I won’t be alerted but it prompts me to remember that he is in pain.
“Sorry.” I let go of him.
Bobby smiles. “Ah, it was worth it. I get to see you all happy and whatnot. You must be going crazy in your room, huh?” he says.
I nod. “Heck yeah, but everyone tries to keep me company considering,” I state.
Bobby gives me a reassuring smile. “Well, guess where I’m taking you?”
“Where?”
“I think it’s time you talk boss out of coming out of that dark place, don’t you think so?” He winks at me.
I nod. “Yeah. I miss him.”
“I’m sure he misses you too.”
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