OUT OF SIGHT ISN'T OUT OF MIND

Greg:

He had suddenly disappeared without a trace. In just a matter of days, he ceased coming over for meals or riding his bike around. His absence cast a somber shadow over my days.

I kept a vigilant watch from my window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but there was nothing. No visitors came to see him either, making me doubt if anyone besides myself noticed his absence or cared about his whereabouts.

My longing soon turned into worry, and asking Granny for information was out of the question; I was certain she had no knowledge of his whereabouts.

I had intended to give up my game of hide-and-seek, and now he had chosen to become invisible. I had imagined we would become friends, and perhaps, just maybe, something more.

I miss him dearly. I yearn to see him outside the building every day, making his way to Granny's place. I genuinely hope he is safe.

"The handsome boy hasn't been around for a while," Mr. Ben mentioned during lunch, acknowledging that I wasn't the only one who ha