I glance at Hunter, who looks troubled and confused. He is not eating his food, which is very rare.

We are both in the dinning room. We have been here for twenty minutes or so, and Hunter has not even eaten half of his food. And another surprising thing is that he has not said anything to me: no scolding, no joking, and no teasing.

It looks like something happened, and my nosy bum-bum wants to know what happened.

"What happened?" I question, tired of the awkward silence, and awkward Hunter.

Hunter in response to my question, mutters the word nothing. But I can see that something is bothering him, and that is why I become persistent.

I can see the conflict on Hunter's face, and it actually pains me to see the pain that is in his eyes. I am used to seeing happy and crazy Hunter, I am not used to quiet and sad Hunter.

"I lashed out on Diego," Hunter says, placing his fork on the plate. I feel confused not knowing what to say. Hunter must see my confusion, because he continues to speak.

"Everything was fine when you left us in the office, and we even started working on some projects. But I don't know what came over me.... I started having memories of Diego when he was hurt." Hunter says, and his words make me shocked. I do not know what to say, or do.

"I tried to tell myself that he has gotten better, that he is healing. But I can't help but get scared.... I have this fear inside me, and it's like it is taunting me.... telling me that Diego will do something crazy. I fear that I will find him on the floor again.... And I fear that him seeing those monsters will bring back his demons." Hunter has tears in his eyes as he looks at his plate, his hands fisted. "Diego looks strong, but I know he is still hurting; he is still fighting his demons. And I also know that anything can trigger him, anything can make him harm himself.... And I am afraid I might be the cause of that happening,"

"What do you mean?" I ask feeling alert. Hunter's last sentence has a double meaning, I just know it. "What else happened? And where is Diego?" My voice has worry. I just want to know where Diego is. I want to know if he is fine.

The room is in silence, as I wait for Hunter to speak. Shivers of fear pass through my body as I imagine the worst happening to Diego.

"I don't know," Hunter says looking in my eyes. "I left before he could say anything," Hunter's words scare me more.

"Where can I find him?" I question, calmly. A small part of me is telling me that Diego is fine, and I choose to listen to it. I know that Diego is fine, I just know it.

"I left him in his office," Hunter says. "I left him there an hour ago, and I thought he would be here by now. But I guess I was wrong,"

I stay in my spot, my head coming up with different scenarios. I cannot help but ask myself what is happening. I do not know where I can start with my search for him, I know he is in the house, but where exactly? This house is too damn big.

"You can find him in the art room," Hunter murmurs. "Diego always goes in there when he is troubled.... I would have gone there. But I can't find the courage. I feel embrassed for what I did, and I know that he is blaming himself right now.... He needs someone next to him and I do not think me going there will do any good; I know that your presence will help him. He needs you right now. Please, help him." Hunter's voice holds plead, reminding me of the night Diego overdosed. This feels like deja vu, the situation is slightly different, though. That night Diego did harm himself, and today it is unknown if he is alright.

I stand up from my chair, nodding at Hunter before leaving the dinning room. My legs carry me towards the staircases. I walk up the stair, continuing through the hallway, till I reach the art room door.

I sigh, feeling conflicted as I debate with myself. I do not know if I should knock or just enter. I stand for what seems to be eternity, but is just a mintue. I finally make a decision, and I hope I will not regret it.

My hand touches the doorknob, twisting it as I push the door. I step foot inside, getting scared when I am welcomed by darkness. I touch the wall, searching for a light switch, and with some difficulty I do manage to find it. I switch on the lights, blinking my eyes as I try to adjust to the brightness.

My eyes roam around the room, wanting to find Diego. I get mixed emotions when I see him seated on the sofa.

The sofa holds a special place in my heart, the whole room does, and it is all because of Diego. The room is where Diego and I kissed, and just like before Diego was sad.

I say a small prayer as I walk towards Diego, my eyes roaming all over his body, wanting to know if he is alright. I sigh out in relief when I see him physically fine.

My next worry is his mental state, he looks heartbroken, like a weight has been out on his shoulders. Diego looks vulnerable.

I finally reach where he is seated, taking a seat next to him. I place my hand on his shoulder, which makes him turn in my direction. I offer him a small smile, but he turns his head away instead.

Sadness fills my heart when he turns away. I feel like I have been rejected. I want to turn away from him, to run away from him. I want to leave before my head starts to feed me lies.

But I choose to stay. Diego has been trying to help me, and it is my time to help him.

I know that Hunter's words hurt him, but I can not blame Hunter.

When you have been on the verge of losing a loved one, you become alert. You fear that you will lose them at any given time, even when they are alright. You will think the worst, even when they are next to you.

"Diego," I whisper, nervously.

Diego does not even look at me when I call out to him, and it does hurt me. I decide to take a deep breath before I continue to speak. I give myself a speech before I continue to speak though, I do not want to say anything bad.

"Hunter-" I get interrupted by Diego before I can even form a sentence.

"-was right," Diego murmurs. "I have not healed.... I am far from healing," He continues.

I shake my head as I look at him, squeezing his shoulder in the process.

"He wasn't..... you are almost there; you are getting better," I murmur.

Diego does not say anything, he continues to play with the small bottle that is in hands. The bottle seems so familiar, it looks like the one I found in his room. I try to read the words that are written on it, but my attention is diverted to Diego, who decides to speak.

"I want to go to rehab," Diego says with a firm voice. He turns to look at me, our eyes meeting.

I get mixed emotions as I hear the words, not knowing if I heard him correctly.

I look at his face, the determination clear in his eyes, which makes me believe that it is true. Diego really wants to go to rehab.

I listened to Lucky Dube, and I am in love with his voice

Btw y'all be complimenting me and making me blush and happy... Y'all be making me smile in the morning 😭❤️..... And let's not forget that I will be scared to disappoint you guys, which I did in the last chapter and this chapter 👩🏽‍🦯

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