27 Gone

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Nora~~

He's gone.

         Just gone.

         That . . . I blink. He must have done that same thing when he brought me from Cobbs's office to my house in only seconds. It's not even an explanation.

         I run my hands through my hair, my hands trembling as I do so. Where am I? I wonder, and I don't mean here in my house. The world doesn't allow people to just pop in and out of places with a blink. I rub my eyes. Surely, I imagined it. I had to. I've been seeing things that aren't there. This is just another one of those instances.

         But then where did he go?

         Because he was here. I know he was.

         I pull my hands away from my face and realize my arms aren't aching.

         They aren't covered in red marks or streaked in flakes of dried blood.         

         I don't hurt at all, which should be about as impossible as Charlie vanishing.

         The mirror in my changing room reveals that the only red marks on my skin are on my face and are splotches that have broken out from crying. My eyes aren't swelling. Their only discoloration is from puffy blood vessels.

         I raise my hand to my cheek where I know for certain I was hit and let it drift down to my jaw. No tenderness.

         Could I have imagined this whole afternoon? No, it was too real. Even if I don't hurt now, I still vividly remember how those punches and slaps felt.

         It was real.

         It was.

         And somehow Charlie was real too.


Super short chapter! But thank you for reading! See you Friday!

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