Lost- Part 1

 When I heard the wish, sweating in a pale room with dark pink walls and a slim blue light lighting up the room as much as it could, I backed away and my legs turned on themselves and I ran to the address.

I thought I would never visit it ever, it was only a black smear on a white sheet which came with a letter for me. That day my letter box felt heavy, I thought it was helping me weigh my agonizing past. I shouldn't have opened the letter at least but that blurry moment is making up to this day. 

As I ran through the streets i could hear the frantic beating of my heart upto my ears, but my mind felt silent and numb. I wasn't thinking and running as if my legs knew what to do and where to turn.

After a minute when i reached my spot, and ran upto the front door, after a short breath i banged on the door as hard as i could. When my lungs gained strength, i started shouting the person's name residing inside the seemed-to-be silent walls of the house. When i couldn't hear any motion even after 5 minutes, i decided to break in. Following a little hustle, i successfully broke in but to my already incepting heart, there was no one. 

I checked in and out of the doors but couldn't find him. When i supposed he must be on the terrace, i struggled to find the staircase to it. Time was already ticking and my adrenaline rush must have reached it's peak. I took 3 steps at a time on the normal height stairs and when the evening sky hit my eyes, it pained a little. 

The terrace was big enough, and i reasonably found a small shed there, on the roof. When i slid open the door, to my horror things were about to go south. After noticing the pictures on the walls, i quickly made my mind to run out of this house. But it was too late. 

When i backed far enough from the shed door, my back hit a warm wall, only to turn and find it a chest supporting a face i couldn't recognize. Dark hazel eyes were staring down at me with a cynical smile, stature so long almost shadowing my whole existence. The chiseled long face had broad dark brown brows and a clean face without a spot. But it was not the blue eyes, black brows and the heart shaped face with a soft smile i knew.

My eyes rolled between his' left and right in search of a known feeling, but there was none. 'Who are you?' I asked, my breath fading with exhaustion and anticipation. His slight smirk widened at my words and he looked sideways to maybe catch some known air. 

'What are you doing in y/n's house?' My voice deepening with every ticking second. He brought his gaze down to mine, his eyes a lost maze of secrets. He tilted his head a bit.

'Maybe, stealing?' Then in the blink of an eye he flipped me around and positioned his gun on the side of my forehead, pressing it a little more and more by the gradual flow of his words. 'You shouldn't have come in here of course.' His low chuckle followed with a scoff should have scared me but my mind seems to be running for more important matters lying ahead. 'Now you'll have to stay until i sweep off my gold and decide with leisure what to do with a white flower like you.' He whispered the last word in my ears.

Bad timing. My anger was already boiling. 

I felt a gap between my hand and his thumb, took the chance and hurled him behind, flinging the gun out of his fingers at the last second. We both fell to the ground, our breaths in motion. Both our eyes traveled to the gun and before he could come into action, i was already sliding my way for it. I took the hold of the gun in time, got up and aimed my rifle at the intruder. 

His widened at my quick pace and his breath hitched when he stood lying to the ground and i was already up and about to shoot him right there. 'Drop everything and run. This is your last chance.' I didn't have time to say much.

He stared at me for a second and my sweating forehead. My body limp with exhaustion but frigid like a puma ready to bite anytime. He struggled a bit from the previous bang to the wall, but got up enough. 'Guess this will not be the last time we meet.' He faked a smile and left jumping off the roof. I didn't care to chase after his whereabouts. He seemed like a skilled thief to have a face without a spot, but saw his easy chance in a vacant house. 

Now where the hell is Chloe?

I put the gun inside my front pocket, not to mistake it for him coming from behind and sneaking on it. I searched the small room with a quick glance and left. Chloe was nowhere. It was a shame professor won't see the light of him before leaving. When i stepped out of the house, my guts told me he must be somewhere near, but fading from my eyes. I didn't like the feeling. 

I remember sending a recent letter to him stating professor was in a grave condition for weeks. I was hoping he would write back but my mail was vacant long enough for the augury of weaved spider webs.

I ran and reached the fleeting soul house, and he was gone forever now. I failed at bringing him back to our professor. He was having his final breath and wished to see Chloe since he hadn't met him at all in years. Our professor was dear to me, to us, especially me and Chloe were his best students. He treated us like his dear friends with whom he could unravel the secrets of the universe. I felt bad for him that his last wish couldn't come true. 

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