THOMAS’ POV :

i laid on my bed staring at the swirling pattern on the ceiling trying to sleep i kept lancing at my phone still waiting for the little goodnight message from y/n even if i know its not coming so i sighed sitting up knowing i cant get to sleep tonight and sitting at my desk starting at my note board with notes and connections and photos i was obsessed with this a year since y/n went missing, her family, the police everyone had agreed she was dead. but i wasn’t giving up that easily, i cant accept shes gone i wont let her go, i know she’s alive somewhere i just have to find her and i know that man by the fields had something to do with it, but the police refused to search his house with no evidence but i just not he had something to do with it i looked though all me and y/ns old pictures everyone we had in that field behind us he was there always rain or shine, night or day he was behind us at a distance but still watching us so i had a plan

TIMESKIP :

i stood at the house the blinds shut and dark but the car there it didn’t look like anyone was home so i went to the car the car was old and beaten up covered in rust and mud luckily there was alot of rust by keyhole making it considerably easier to pick as soon as the door was open i went in the smell hit me the smell of rot and blood i looked to the passenger door and there was blood splatters from that angel someone who was quiet tall hit someone much shorter in the head, i looked in the back off the car and sore y/n’s book, i then heard some noises so i grabbed her book and ran back home, i sat it on the desk the marks from where she holds it everyday the obvious marks of her hand where she never lets it go of it, i opened the book and read the little sweet things she wrote in it, and the little Polaroids she used as book marks it almost made me wanna cry i missed her so much.

Y/N POV :

i couldnt help but watch even if others told me not to, my family forgot about me after a while but i kept watching over thomas he was obsessing over what happened to me i was so worried about him i wanted nothing more then to just hug him tightly and cuddle up with him when he sleeps i missed him so much, i sore him packing up stuff in his bag where was he going? i followed his every step though the leaf covered ground as he went out to the house in the fields he knocked on the door asked the man who killed me a question and he went in the house……