Kidnapped

What was going on next-door was Richie and Fiona weren’t speaking to each other.

Richie sat apart from her on the floor against the wall while Fiona sat on her bed.

Finally, Fiona broke the awkward silence by saying, “you don’t have to be afraid to talk to me.”

“And why shouldn’t I be!? I’m not the criminal, you are. And you should know by now that I don’t have good conversations with your kind.”

“My kind? Richie, you’re saying that as if we never dated.”

“The girl I dated was a sweet and caring person. She wasn’t evil! And just to let you know, I don’t date evil! We’re no longer a couple!”

“However or whenever you get evil, you’ll be rethinking that and we’ll be a couple once again.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Believe me, we will.”

That was the end of their conversation, once again going back to the awkward silence.

Going with that silence was the notification that Richie was crying, his left cheek becoming cold from a tear that escaped from his eye.

Richie knew, no matter what Fiona said about when he became evil, that he lost the one person he thought he was going to spend his whole life with, the one he thought was his destiny.