I've been on the run for years but I've always known one day, sadly, I'd be caught. But not in the way I had expected. You see, before I had left, there was one person I always intended to tell I was going to leave. Sounds like a bit of a cliché love story, but in many cases, it seems a tad so. Girl loves boy, she never tells him, then later on in their lives, boy falls for girl. Breaks her heart. Comes back. They love like they were never apart. And that's why it hurts to say it. So, I never I told him, I left without a word or trace. Simply left with my hopes and faith applied to the ideal of him finding someone better for him. No, this isn't some story with a basis like Paper Towns, though I'm sure you'll compare it to that.

(Y/n) lay silently in her bed, bag secretly packed full with all she'd need until she could find a way to provide for herself once she left this place. She listened to all that was around her as she waited for her family to fall asleep. The him of the small fan on her dresser, snoring of the younger kids sleeping not too far from her room, the voices of actors and actresses on the tv living false lives for those who remained awake. She clicked on her radio, scanning several stations, until she heard the soft vibrations of her phone on the headboard of her bed. She clicked of the radio and sighed, feeling warm tears prick her (e/c). She was hoping he wouldn't text her. It's already hard enough to leave, but him, Axel, makes it harder. I couldn't possibly tell him I'm leaving with no intentions of returning. She loved him, for a very long time, and it's simply just too hard. With a shaky hand, (y/n) picked up her phone a stared at the notification with a few tears falling. It was him, with his playful nickname she'd given him lighting up her screen. Stupid hothead, why couldn't you have waited to text me until I was gone? She thought to herself as she placed the phone back down, hearing the tv shut off. Everyone was finally asleep. She sighed as a few more tears escaped her eyes. She got up and pulled the bag out from under her bed, careful to stay silent, and opened her bedroom window. She pushed the bag out onto the ground below, then she crawled out, gracefully landing on her feet. She glanced one last time about her room, at what she was leaving behind, and sighed. She began to lower the window, only pausing to snatch her beloved teddy off her bed. She clutched the bear, bag strapped on her back, she walked away from her home, gazing up at the stars and using the moon to light her way. "I'm sorry I let you down. Im sorry I'm not come back now." She whispered to herself as she passed the city limit sign.

Not a word. No trace. Never a message or call nothing. I loved you and you loved me, even after what I had done to you. But you just vanished in the middle of the night? What the hell?!  Axel's mind raced with a thousand thoughts trailing him. When her received the news you were gone, without a trace or letter to say good bye, he was devastated. Not a soul could talk to him, could set his mind straight. A full blown investigation was launched into (y/n)'s sudden disappearance, but given (y/n) were 16, going 17, the investigation ended quickly when it seemed you left on your own free will. But to Axel, three months of searching for you, simply wasn't enough. He wasn't going to stop until he found his (y/n). Slowly, daily, he began building a guide, a map that led to you. He'd mark off the cities and towns that hadn't seen a girl fitting your description or where you'd left your mark. That was until he, about five months into his own search, a string of towns had a symbol you were notorious for drawing on everything. So there he stood, in his bedroom before a huge map tacked on his wall, with a vibrant (f/c) string tied around tacks from towns and cities where the symbol had been marked. He extended the string in a distance just to see places where'd it cross. There was just one town in that direction. "(Y/n), I've finally found you. I hope..." Axel rubbed his tired eyes, then slowly running a hand through his long fiery red hair.

Axel! A younger (y/n) shouted as he picked her squirming, squealing, laughing form up off the ground.  God he loved her laugh, her smile, her just about everything. No. He loved her everything, there was no just about. He just smiled at her foolishly as she shouted. "Put me down Hothead!!!" He loved that nickname, but he'd never tell her, he loved making her think he'd hate. Paradox? No, he used it as a ploy to make her say it more often. "Hothead?! Who you calling Hothead, Freckle Jesus!" He had faked dropping her as she squeaked clinging to him. She pouted and tried to cover her numerous freckles. "I WILL SMACK YOU!!!"

"I'll find you my little freckle jesus.." He said smiling as a few hot tears bubbled to the surface at the corner of his eyes. He slammed his fist against the wall as he slid down to the floor.
I will find you