Ryan is sleeping when we return. I take the opportunity to spend some time alone writing in my room. I think a good way to work all of this out is to write about it. I miss drama, so I decide to turn the events into a script.
I write until I fall asleep and dream about rogue werewolves and dangerous attacks. In my dream, Alex is in trouble, and I can’t get to him. I wake up during this dream…and decide not to take it as a sign.
I hear voices down the hall, and I emerge to find Alex putting on his socks and shoes. Ryan is already geared up and waiting in the chair by the couch, the same backpacks from this morning at his feet.
“You leaving?” I ask.
“I was going to come get you before we left—to say goodbye.”
I fold my arms and lean against the wall. “That’sss it? Goodbye?”
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