He stopped when he got close enough, he looked at his hand again and held it out. His hands smoothly swam onto the painting and his eyes closed.
He feels wetness on his cheeks. He's...crying?
"You ok, kid?"
"I-I..I don't k-know.."
"Ah..."
I-I did it! I finally found you...I'll be with you soon, my love...I promise...
He looked at his hands dripping with tears, flooding with them. He couldn't tell why either.
Timeskippy to like-three days later...?
(Mhm)
Cade hasn't really felt ok since that day. The tears stopped but-there's this nagging sensation that he's missing something. Something big. One day, he's taking a walk to clear his head when he notices someone walking past him:
He walked a little more then he stopped in his tracks.
He keeps walking for a little bit, then perks his head up and stops, looking around with wide eyes
