Chapter 12

We're what we didn't seek.

While to be lost's not an option.

This was what always came to my mind when I was looking for someone who would be my ally no matter what happened.

But how?  And so I answered myself that I just need to be me.  However, it became the opposite.

I became desperate.

I became someone that wasn't me.

I was about to go inside our two-story house when I saw the piece of paper in front of me inches away from me.  I forgot that out of curiosity.  It was shocking to recognize Lincoln's handwriting.

It's not just a paper.  It's a white card.  There was enough weight for it to not be carried away by the wind when he left.  Maybe I could read what's in there.

His name and number were written there.  Below that was the message he wanted me to read.

“I hope we can be friends.”  That's what's written with a black marker.

I didn't smile to myself when I read that.