The next day, I received a message from her, asking me not to look for her and that she would come back when she was done having fun.

When Oliver found me, it had already been half a month later. He looked utterly desolate, completely worn out. He appeared even more aged than his age.

When he saw me, he asked eagerly, "Where did Lauren go?"

I looked at him for a long while before asking, "When did you realize she wasn't around?"

He looked at me. "I've been looking for her for a week.”

"So,