Will -

I step out of the shower, my thoughts consumed in the most trivial matters.

Did pizza or cheesy garlic bread come first?

Which one in my OTP was red gay and blue gay?

And most importantly,

When was the last time I got di-

I shake my head, laughing and drying myself off. Probably not the best time to think about something like that. I pondered about asking Yuki, -the first two, of course- but figured she wouldn’t have much of an idea herself. Probably less of an idea than I do, considering she doesn’t like the tv shows I recommend. Red gay and blue gay forever.

I flop onto my bed to ponder some more while staring at the eggshell coloured ceiling -as you do- when I realized I hadn’t heard from Yuki in a while. She didn’t even yell at me to stop singing so loudly in the shower. I squint my eyes in thought, before decided to get a snack to help me think.

I wait ten minutes of sitting on my bed bare-ass and being dead before getting up to get a good old sprite cranberry. Yee boi.

I shove a long robe onto my air-dried body and shuffle to the kitchen, before noticing a neon bright note on the fridge. If it says Yuki drank all of the milk, I swear to god-

I squint and lean closer, remembering I had forgotten to put my glasses on. Haha, remembering to forget. Focus Will!

Oh fuck me.

The blobs of letters had finally cleared up, and I had read the message loud and clear. I knew what he did to her. She knows what he did to her.

So why…?

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” I mumble to myself, hurriedly pulling on my clothes and running out to start the truck. The note didn’t have a time, so I hoped I could beat her there.I just wanted her to be okay.

I mumble a quick prayer to Hades, before pressing on the gas pedal and ramming it down a few backroads.

Please tell me she was okay.