When We Run

Your life can change in a heartbeat.
I walked downstairs and when I came back, everyone was dead and everything was over. But I survived and I ran.


30. 30.

Evan's point of view.

I hear the door shut up the stairs and I kick the wall, trying not to scream. She's gone and she either won't come back for a long time or won't come back at all. How could I let her go? I was too mad at her to even think straight. How could I have possibly been angry at her? I know why I was and I know that it was reasonable for me to be, but I regret it now.

Why couldn't I have just been calm and talked her into staying? I get that she had her reason to leave and it might just be me being selfish.

"Evan?" I hear Joanne, Holly's mom say. She walks into the room.

"Hey, Joanne." I say, weakly, flopping down on the bed. I bury my face in the pillow and I hear her sigh and sit down on the edge of the bed. I suddenly feel like a little boy again, having a motherly figure. I feel like I can tell her anything and she'll just give me the best advice in her. I can also see Holly in the way she looks and the way she cares.

"What happened between you and Hol?" she asks, gently.

I sigh, rolling over onto my back and looking at Joanne. "I screwed it all up."

She shakes her head. "Holly is very... strong willed but there's no doubt in my mind that she knows exactly what she's doing and what reason she has for doing it. I do think you reacted a little badly, but so did she. Don't fret, Ev, we'll see her again."

"But what if we don't?" I ask.

"We will." she winks. "Mother's instinct."

I chuckle weakly. "Thank you."

She nods, smiling. "She loves you, you know?"

I nod, looking up at the ceiling and sit in silence for a while, just thinking. I want Holly to come back.

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