Richard

It all felt like everything was repeating itself. A bridge I thought we had crossed after the five years of staying apart. I thought everything was starting to go just well. 

I looked at the front page of the news. We were both pictured boldly on it with captions I'd rather try not to dwell on. 

It had already been two days since I went over to the address Imelda forwarded to me which almost seemed as though there was a fault in it. 

As much as I understood why she'd opted for disappearing, it still didn't make it any easier for me to accept. 

Having paparazzi and reporters on every of your moves and directly perched on your trails doesn't seem so great and that alone was enough for her to want to keep her low. 

It was getting late now and I still had no idea on what I wanted to do. I feel lost and cannot be found. I leave empty and cannot be filled at least, what could fill me was gone now.