I Don't Think I Like You

Luke lay cuddled up in the sheets, with my hand in his hair as he rested his head on my laps, a small, sad smile on his face. I still haven't gotten over the kiss and the magical moment after, but it didn't change that his father's corpse was missing.

"Do you..." he started to say, then let out a small breath. "Think my dad could still be alive? Could he have somehow survived by some string of destiny? Is that why his body is gone?"

I swallowed. I wanted to know too. Was he alive? And if he was, where could he be?

"Your father was a good man, Luke. Good men don't end up in bad places. Alive or not. You can trust that."

He smiled, and this time I could see the crinkles in his eyes. "Right?"

I nodded. "You just need to believe it and you will eventually manifest it."

He gave a small laugh. "You sound cute."

My cheeks reddened a little and I shook my head. "I am just saying."

He turned on his back and looked up to me. "Yesterday...I was scared. I don't know of what, but I guess it's that