Billie enters the room with stress painted all over her face. She sits down in one of the wooden chairs before putting a piece of paper with some notes on onto the table. It takes a while for me to realise that the notes are actually the conversation between her and Kevin and probably what he told her about Travis. I move my chair closer to hers before throwing a glance at the notes, trying to understand everything as fast as possible. My heart immediately drops as I read the first letters of my best friend's explanation.

Hey, Kevin. You know that you're the only person I can talk to about everything. We have a bond that's impossible to break and I'm so thankful for everything that you've done for me. You are an amazing person and the best boyfriend that Julia could ever find. I know that what I'm about to say is going to hurt you and trust me man, I don't want to do this but I don't have a choice anymore. I have been suffering for a long time, and I just don't feel like I can stay in this state of mind anymore. I'm going to do something about it, but I still don't know what. I might just run away or do something more. Just don't freak out, Kevin. Don't. Call. The. Police. It will hurt me in a way I can't explain. If you do it, we will all get hurt and that's the last thing that I want.

To Billie, Ember and Julia. I love you so much. More than I'll ever be able to explain. You guys have taught me so much over these past months. Billie, our humor is the best thing that have ever existed. Julia, the way we can talk about everything. You feel like a big sister. And Ember, the smartest and strongest person I know. You won't ever be able to realise how you've been helping me with my problems. I know that you'll think that this is your fault, but IT'S NOT. You couldn't do anything, no one could. Don't. Feel. Bad.

I love you.

Travis Mason

I put the note down with shaking hands as I realise what kind of letter it was. It looks similar to my mom's suicide note and that makes my stomach hurt. My breathing increases as I grab the note again to give it to Charles. My eyes are stuck at my hand as I grab the piece of paper so hard that it almost turns into a small ball. Billie probably notices it, because she puts her arm around my shoulders, pulling me into her embrace.

''Relax,'' she mumbles against my head but I can't listen.

''It's okay,'' I mumble before pulling away. I don't want to make this about me.

Billie looks at me while biting her lip, probably wanting to protect me and stop me from getting hurt, but I just can't appreciate it right now.

''This is sad,'' Charles says as he finishes the note. ''I'm sorry guys. I don't think that we have much time if what the boy says is true. It looks similar to a-''

''Suicide note,'' I finish, making him bite his lip before nodding.

''Come on, guys. He's not planning to-'' BIllie starts.

''We don't know,'' I snap. ''We don't know anything that exists in his head. He could be suicidal, he really could. We need to act fast. Where do you guys think that he could be?''

''Do you guys have a place where you spend a lot of time together? Like, when Travis is with you?'' Charles asks with his hand placed on his chin as me and Billie look at each other. The lake.

''We do have this spot close to a small lake where we spend a lot of time together-''

''Look there.''

''I don't know if that's the best place to look. He probably knows that it's the first place we will check,'' I say.

''But you said something about hope, right? If he wants to be found, he would go to a place where he knows that you guys would look. Even if he's not there, I want you to look there in case he's waiting for you. It could also be a way of him saying goodbye to all of your memories if he wants to run away from town,'' Charles explains, making me nod in agreement.

''You're right,'' I say, thinking about the first time we were at the lake. Everything was so much better back then. Right now, everything feels so... dark. I see how Billie writes a small note on a new piece of paper with the word ''lake'' on it.

''Any other places that we can look?'' Billie asks as I press my fingers against my temples, trying to come up with something.

''I have no idea,'' I finally say, shaking my head as I look at the wooden table. ''I have no fucking idea.''

I thought that we would come up with something, but it feels like we're going backwards in the process of finding our best friend.

After a while, we manage to write down a few spots where we can look for the black haired guy and decide to get something to eat. We have been working really hard and we need energy to keep up with everything that's going on. As Charles walks around in the kitchen to cook some pasta, me and Billie return upstairs to talk.

''Do you feel guilty?'' Billie asks as I lay down on the bed, my eyes stuck in the ceiling.

''That's a stupid fucking question,'' I mumble, not looking at her.

''I know it is, but that doesn't mean that you can't answer. Do you feel guilty?'' She repeats as I sigh.

''Will you let me be if I say yes?'' I ask as she sighs with a small smile.

''It's not your fault,'' she says, crouching down next to me as I admire her beauty. She is so perfect. I've always thought that perfection doesn't exist, but her face and personality just proves otherwise. How the fuck does she love me? Why hasn't she left already? All my emotions just makes me grab her face before connecting our lips. I can tell that she's surprised but she kisses me back eventually.

''I love you so much, Billie. You will never understand.''