I wake up by a voice that's not Billie's, making me tense a bit but as soon as I see that Charles is the one standing next to my bed with a cup of coffee in his hand I relax again. I sit up and yawn before stretching my arms, trying to wake up completely.

''Good morning, Ember," he says with a small smile before handing me the cup of coffee. I thank him by smiling before studying him. He's wearing a white T-shirt with a small pocket on it where he has a cigarette. The jeans are dirty with holes on the knees and his eyebrows are furrowed.

"Billie told us about the case with your friend. I'm so sorry," he says with an apologetic voice, putting his hand on my arm. I try to thank him, but nothing comes out when I seperate my lips. He seems to understand, because he continues.

"We booked tickets for you two to go home to Los Angeles tomorrow, we will pack our things and move later," he says, trying to make me feel like everything is going to be okay.

"Thank you, I really appriciate it," I say.

"And Ember, I'm always here for you if you would like to talk about anything. I've been through a lot too and I know how bad it can hurt sometimes. You can come downstairs to get some breakfast with me and Billie when you're ready. We're trying to find some clues about where Travis could be."

Even though I feel like shit, the calm voice of Charles makes me feel better as he talks. Sometimes, it just feels amazing to have someone who listens to every word, someone who understands. I wonder what Charles has gone through, maybe he will tell me someday? Instead of answering, I give him a hug, closing my eyes as I relax into his arms.

"Thank you. Thank you for helping me out," I whisper as he hugs back.

"No problem, I will always be here," he says, rubbing my back.

After a while, Charles exits the room and I raise the cup to my mouth, swallowing the dark brown liquid. I just spend my time thinking about it. If I were Travis, where would I go? It feels so stupid to ask myself that question in a way, but I really think that I have to think like him to find out where he is.

He told me that he had this "darkness" hovering over him all the time. I did run away from home one time and Billie, Trav and Kevin found me in my own house. Where would Travis go? I think that our minds work kinda similar so the question is if he is thinking that way or not. When he ran away, he probably thought that I know what someone who does that have in mind so if I were him, I would probably not make similar decisions to what I did when I ran away, if that makes sense.

After thinking about it for a while, I walk downstairs. I feel really tired and I'm not in the mood for anything, but it's about Travis now. We have to find him. When I reach the new floor, I can already see how Billie looks at me from the kitchen and I enter the narrow room.

"Good morning," Billie says before returning to her conversation with Charles.

"Morning, Billie. Found anything?" I ask as I see that both of them are looking at Billie's phone. Both Charles and Billie shake their heads at the same time as I sigh before sitting down. In frustration, I bury my face in my hands to think. Where could he be? I don't know how many times I've asked myself that question, but I can't seem to answer it either. I suck. Like, at everything.

"What did he say to you about the way he felt?" Billie suddenly asks, making me look at her as I snap into reality.

"Basically, he told me that he was in a dark place. I don't remember exactly, but he said that he had this darkness over him that he couldn't escape from," I mumble in explanation, feeling like I'm about to break down at any second. What if he comitted suicide? As I look at the others, I realise that they are thinking the same thing as I, but none of us have the guts to say it.

"How does someone who runs away think?" Billie asks, probably wanting to see this from a better perspective.

"It depends on the person," I say when I feel her gaze on me. "And... if you have hope or not."

"What do you mean?" Billie asks, turning her head slightly.

"If he has hope, he's probably trying to get away somewhere to start a new life. Maybe trying to get away from town. If he doesn't have hope, he doesn't care if something happens to him. He won't have a reason to fight if something happens and..." I pause, feeling how I start to shiver. "It could be over at any second for him."

Billie nods, biting her bottom lip.

"So, do you think that the boy has hope or not?" Charles asks slowly.

"I hope so, but I don't know," I say, furrowing my eyebrows.

We just sit there for a while, trying to come up with ideas but it feels impossible to know where the black haired boy could be.

"I have to call Kevin to ask him exactly what Travis said to him before he disappeared," Billie says before unlocking her phone and standing up. I nod before looking at Charles. I just want him to come up with something that can help us, but he looks as helpless as I do right now. I have never been through something as frustrating like this before, just because this is about someone else, not me. When something happens to me, I usually don't give a fuck because I've stopped caring about myself at this point, but other people around me still have feelings so if something happens to them, I feel like shit.

''So, tell me about Travis. What is he like? How does he look?'' Charles asks, interrupting my thinking.

''Well, he is probably the funniest person that I've ever met. He has black hair and brown eyes, it's hard to explain how he looks. There's something about the way he jokes, though. I think that the people that we find funny are the ones who suffers the most and they want people around them to smile and be happy. Like I said, he told me how he was sad and it just felt like everything started to make sense. I thought that he was perfect, like this guy who everyone wants to be like, but now it's probably the other way around. He would probably kill to switch life with anyone in the world."

''We will find him. I promise."