Epilogue

Killian

The night is warm and I inhale the August air deeply. Summers are rarely this warm in the UK, but the suburbs of London are sometimes an exception. We have been here for a few months now since we came back and I feel like it’s been only a few days.

The moon is bright above the woods and the only light around is coming from it. The huge full moon, handing on the dark sky.

Besides that, I don’t see anything. Not even stars.

I glance around.

“Mike?”

I call, but I still don’t hear anything. I start walking, my feet threading on branches when I hear a snap and I pause, looking around.

“I told you I wanted to see you “

I call in the quiet of the night.

He is still nowhere near.

“Very funny, “ I say, out loud. “Fine, then. I am leaving. You can play tricks on me all night if you want, or run wherever. Just make sure you come back before five. “

Still silence. I exhale, disappointed.

“Or whenever you decide to. “

I came to the woods looking for him. Mike comes hu