Dietre Henrich Abendroth (sonataind) wrote in repose, @ 2017-11-28 11:05:00 |
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There was no describing the effect of seeing a message from Liam had on Dietre. He had hardly known how to answer, his emotions in an absolute tumult, and even a day later he had to reread the conversation several times to accept that it happened at all. He didn’t know what to make of it, Liam’s stilted, halting replies filled him with concern and a deep guilt. Misha had suggested that D call the local hospitals, but he hadn’t, leaving him now with an inexplicable sense that he had failed Liam somehow. Just what he thought he could have done was irrelevant, the fact stands that he didn’t even try. How could he hope to be Liam’s friend if he was too shy and cowardly to search for him when he was lost? Still, Liam consented to see him, and Dietre rushed off to the library almost an hour before their agreed upon meeting time. The german boy paced the landing of the stone stairway at the library’s entrance, numb to the November chill. There was so much he wanted to speak to Liam about, and so many questions he wanted to ask but doubted he’d have the nerve. It struck him as a very strange coincidence that both the men he was closest to had disappeared around the same time, both had lost their memories, and both resurfaced within a week or so of each other. Liam, at least, appeared to remember him better than John did. It hurt to be forgotten by those he most desired a connection with, but he couldn’t blame them. Dietre considered himself quite forgettable, and imagined that John and Liam had others they were far closer to than he, people who were capable of making a greater impact on their hearts and minds than he could ever dream to. As it drew closer to one, Dietre turned to stare anxiously at every car that approached the library. He couldn’t sit, he was too filled with nervous energy, and each time a car continued to drive by, or a stranger emerged after parking, he resumed his fretful pacing and tried to ignore the voice in his head that insisted he was going to be stood up. |