I was worried about Rhys. He hasn't really talked to me. I usually get a talkative Rhys; yet, he usually only talks a lot when he's in a positive mood. HE TALKS A LOT! THAT IS THE POINT!

I was walking down the hallways of the very company: Hyperion. This thought continued to flow around my mind. I don't know why he feels this way, but the point is: he's not okay. Something is wrong and he doesn't want to tell me at all. I mean, what could be wrong in his li-.

I gasped in fear. "Oh no." I dropped my files onto the floor and ran. I ran in heels, but I threw them off my feet and bolted to our shared room. I know that he should be there by now, but I hope he's honestly still there. I arrived at our room. Please don't tell me the doors are locked.

I reached our room and placed my key card in front of scanner. My access was denied and I sighed. Great...he locked the door. I slid down the door and sat on the floor in the corridor. My head hit the flat the surface behind me and I sighed.

My anxiety levels spiked. "Rhys...please open the door." I heard no response. I started to worry and a tear slid down my face. More tears followed.

"Rhys please!" I begged.

RHYS
I didn't even bother to get up to open the door. I was listening to videos of my mother and my father. They both are deceased, and I was never close to them.

I was watching a video about my mother and father playing tag with me, and it still makes me upset. "I need you guys back..." I held my hand over my mouth to stop noise from coming out, tears slowly falling down my cheeks.

My phone started to ring...it was her. She was calling me, but yet do I answer? Do I tell her I'm fine? Or do I give up the act and tell her what's going on?

I answered the call.

"Rhys?...Rhysie, are you still there?" I heard her say, "Rhys! Talk to me!"

That was the last time I heard her.