Running After You

"I mean it this time, Harry," I said to my English friend, who was visiting me. "It's been years. I need to find her. And I'm not coming back until I find her."

Harry shakes his head. "This'll be like the other three times you've done this. You'll be back in a week." He waved it off.

I shake my head this time, "No, Harry," I said, packing the last box into my trunk. "I'm going to find Naomi."

"Niall," he says, leaning up against the car, "it's been almost five years! You were fourteen! How do know she wasn't talking about...suicide or something?" I slam the trunk closed.

"Because I know Naomi...she wouldn't kill herself," I say. He opens his mouth, but I cut him off by holding up my hand. "Please don't."

"Niall..." He runs my shoulder, probably pitying the kind soul I have. "Be back by next January, okay?" I nodded.

"Goodluck," he said and gave me a hug. "You'll need it."

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