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forgottenangelic · 7 years

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He’s Gone. (Super long drabble)

It had been weeks since Angel had last seen Rekker. They had left off on a rather sour note, it was true, but she was convinced that they could move past it. She wasn’t mad that she’d been struck-- and she couldn’t stand not seeing him anymore. Even if her best and most charming smile didn’t convince him to let her stick around, she was armed with a picnic basket full of warm apple crisp muffins that she knew he couldn’t refuse. (She’d already eaten about five of them just in the past half hour of travel.)

They’d both apologise to each other, though she knew he did nothing wrong, they’d eat the delicious treats, and all would be well again. Things would be normal. Or at least, as normal as they ever were before. After which she could start dropping hints about his birthday present --she knew it was coming up on the 30th-- but she’d never let slip what it was. Not until at least the day before so he had time to pack. If then.

At the thought of taking Rekker on the world’s best road trip, Angel felt a new burst of energy. It had been too long since she’d had a traveling friend. She sped up significantly, just rushing to see him as fast as she could. All was going to be well, she just knew it. Life would be grand.

Angel alighted on the ledge leading into her friend’s cave, and immediately knew that something was wrong. The curtain that had previously given the cave a homey sort of feeling was taken down. The blond felt her heart tighten in her chest, but she shook off the feeling. There was no need to jump to conclusions.

“Rekker?” She called, stepping farther into the cave. Her eyes adjusted to the new light, and she noticed even more things missing. Dorothy didn’t come to greet her like normal. The pile of soft pillows and blankets was missing too. The fruit bowl, Dorothy’s food... all gone. All that remained was the scorch mark on the ground where the fire used to roar invitingly.

Angel’s gut twisted and her breath caught in her throat. Her hands shook as she gently set the container of muffins onto the ground. “Hello? I brought... I brought muffins.” Her voice echoed back at her, smaller and more afraid than she would have liked it to be. There was no answer. He wasn’t there.

Knees wobbling, Angel let herself sink to the floor, soaking in what had happened. Rekker had left his cave. No warning, no note, no final goodbye... he just left. That was it. She’d finally made a good friend and he just disappeared.

No. It couldn’t be.

Why would he go? Why not say goodbye? Was it something she did? It couldn’t be a coincidence that he’d left just after she’d been struck by lightning, maybe this was her fault. He could have left as a direct result of her. No, no, no. It couldn’t be true. She’d said they’d talk later. She didn’t want him to go!

Angel’s mind whirred a mile a minute as the cold of the stone floor seeped into her bones. She didn’t understand. She didn’t know what to do, what to think. She could feel hot tears make their way down her cheeks, but didn’t have the energy to wipe them away. She couldn’t believe he didn’t even say goodbye.

Then a thought occurred to her. A horrible, terrible thought. What if he didn’t say goodbye because he couldn’t? What if he left in a hurry? What if he was in danger? What if he was hurt? What if he was dead?

She’d have no way of knowing if he was in trouble-- And this was Rekker she was talking about.

Angel had to find him. She had to make sure he was okay-- even if he never wanted to see her again, she needed to make sure he was safe. But how? How could she find him? He could be anywhere. If she were Rekker, where would she go?

Someplace secluded. He hated people. Someplace with a lot of air space... someplace...cold... “ I usually go to the mountains or another open space... I like to travel farther to the colder regions... It’s good for practice and camping.”

Angel jumped to her feet. The mountains! He would go to the mountains, she was sure of it. But which ones? The Andes? The Rockies? There were hundreds of peaks just in America, it’d be impossible to just settle on one.

She’d have to check them all. She had to find him. If only to make sure he was okay... and whether or not he was intentionally trying to get rid of her. Honestly, she wouldn’t blame him.

Angel snatched up the picnic basket of muffins... and then she stopped. Turning around, she dragged the tip of her shoe in the ash of the fire. Three straight lines, coming together to form a perfect A.

Leaving her signature behind her, Angel turned and took off.

This might take a while.

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