-Few Months Later-

You buried yourself deeper into your pillow.

"The comforts of being home alone." You mumbled.

After a few minutes of trying to go back to sleep and failing, you sat up and got your phone.

You started to text your friend but not before looking at your home screen.

'I wonder where he is.' You thought.

The certain purple haired guy was your home screen for a few months now ever since you went to the police station. Although it has been a long time, you still waited for him.

"We'll meet again." He said.

All throughout the months, you'd always think about him. How was he? Was he looking for me? Does he even remember me?

Those are your daily thoughts about him but you successfully drive those thoughts away with random things.

"Ding." It was the doorbell. You looked at the clock. It was 11:30 am.

The doorbell was repeatedly rung. "Okay, okay! Jeez, I'm coming!" You shouted.

"Can they not wait?" You muttered as you tied your hair in a messy bun. "Calm your fucking tits, I'm here."

But before you went to the door, you got a Snickers bar to snack on. As you tore the wrapper, the person outside kept ringing your doorbell.

"What the hell? Why would you do that so early in-" Your jaw dropped. The chocolate bar, uneaten, was plucked out of your hand.

"I'll be taking that. And where's my kiss?" The speaker said.

You couldn't believe it.

He found you.

The prisoner with the teddy bear, the vampire, the boy in your home screen.

2413 found you.

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