Love and Death
I muttered.
I keep guessing then, I remember he loves to standby at the library. I instantly went there and keep looking at every desk, but he wasn't here also, I lose hope.
I pouted my lips, “maybe he already went home.”
"But, without telling me?" My gosh! He never did like this before. I'm being paranoid.
"He never goes home without me, or without even telling me."
I wanna go home, feeling upset. But my eyes catch a man at the corner of the shelves, and eventually, I saw him. I sigh.