Your bare feet hit the pavement, cold sidewalk send chills up your spine. You just had to find him. The love of your petty life wasn't going to run out on you, all because you f*dg*d up and said something as st,,,*pid as what came out of your pitiful mouth. You have to make it up to him. Have to apologise, show him that you didn't mean what you said, that it was just the heat of the moment. ( good thing it isn't a Tuesday )

After what felt like hours of shameful, freezing, barefooted running, you spot him, curled up in front of a tree, shoulders bobbing up and down. (  ; )  ) Is he... crying? Your breath catches in your throat. You made the perfect man cry. You debate whether or not you should talk to him, what if you make it worse? ((((You probably will.)))) You come (  ;   )   ) to the conclusion that talking to him is a good idea, seeing as an apology is what you would have wanted. You take a deep breath and start walking over to him, as quietly as you can, making sure he doesn't notice your presence.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. It grips you tightly and turns you around, forcing you to stare into the figured eyes. The fear dissipates​ when you see who it is, but you can't help to wonder how he got over here, when he was just by the tree. Nevermind that, it isn't important. You spit out all kinds of apologies, but he puts a long, skinny finger to your mouth to silence you.

"It's okay", he smiles lovingly.

"Is it okay?", an unknown voice booms, causing your ears to ring. Suddenly you're ripped from Carl's strong hands. You try to scream but can't. You feel something hit ypur head, then it all goes black.