❝ If he wanted to call by now, he would have, wouldn't he?❞ Link stops in his tracks, fingers working themselves together in a nervous manor, nails digging into flesh that had grown so use to the feeling of being mistreated the past few days he didn't even register the pain of worrying at raw skin. He promptly glanced down, half wondering if his relentless pacing had begun to wear the carpet, ( the answer being a resounding, no. ) before pulling up a chair, sitting on it whilst letting out a defeated sigh. This isn't where Link expected his life to be a week ago, hell, a week ago him and his best friend were at an arcade together attempting to beat each other's Pac-man high scores. In a perfect world, your best friend doesn't seemingly drop off the face of the planet, room cleared in haste, car gone and bank account emptied and closed. The police had been called, they ruled out a kidnapping or something similar, and coined it as a simple, ' Your boy skipped town, son. There's nothing we can do.' He had gotten a hold of Rhett's parents, who assured him, Yes, they had heard from him, Yes, He's okay, but apparently didn't say much besides that. ❝ I just don't understand. Why would he up and leave like this? Without saying anything? ❞
