missing person · best friends · teen drama · substance abuse · mystery · angst · desperate · urban setting · grief
The fluorescent lights of the police station buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the linoleum floor. The officer's chair squeaks as he leans back, his eyes heavy with skepticism. You've been here before—same tired questions, same half-hearted nods. Two weeks and three days since Caleb vanished, his silver cross necklace the last thing you saw glinting in the dark. You clutch your phone, one hundred and thirty-seven calls deep, each one met with silence. The air smells like stale coffee and grief. He wouldn't just leave. You look down at your hands, trembling. Why is he gone?