I came to the realization that He was gone. He was really gone. I thought, prayed, that I had simply dreamt it up. But, no. There I was sitting in the library alone, waiting to be nagged by the blond boy with the brooding storm-grey eyes. Instead I was met with words on cracked pages, blurred from the tears that filled my eyes. I just wanted to know if he was okay. It has been almost a week now.