Planning

"Hey! Evan!" Shane approaches Evan who was on the road, on his knees and head hung low with deep pants trying to gain his breath. Shane bends down to his level and pats his back. "Are you okay? What happened? Why did you run? Or...?" He questions and slows down towards the end as he releases what might be the reason. His eyes growing wide and his mouth dry open. Evan finally raises his head meeting Shane's gaze with his glassy eyes. "Was it her?" Shane questions again to which Evan replies with a nod followed by a sad whimper and a frustrated long sign. His eyes showing how hard he was trying to hold his feelings and mostly the tears that were fighting with him to set free. 

'What do I do? I keep failing. I can't reach her how bad I try." He says as a drop of tear flows down staining his cheeks betraying the strong facade he kept on himself. Shane keeps comforting him, patting his back and caressing his head frequently. "I know we will find her. You saw her for sure?" Shane questions along with comforting words tho he was not sure if his words would come out to be the truth.  Evan nods his head with a side of his lips curling up which Shane takes as a good sign that his friend was feeling a bit better. 

"But she disappeared..." Evan says only as a whisper but loud enough for Shane to hear clearly. Shane signs standing straight on his legs gently tugging Evan to do the same. When Evan remains still he pats his shoulder and says " Aren't we gonna look around. Maybe she is still around." At this statement, Evans's ears perk up along with his head glancing at Shane fondly. He finally stands up straight tugging on his shirt and dusting his pants to get rid of dust staining his pants. They both turn around and walk along the junction.

The road as busy as ever with people they never had seen and they never would- maybe? There were people busy in respective their world. Some teenagers with earphones on their ears blaring music who were oblivious to the world. Some people well dressed with bags probably following their busy life and also their career and works. Some old ones strolling around, some fighting around, some kids playing around, and some people rushing over to their destination and some fooling around. This shows how our world varies with people - who seem to be the same and alike but very different. Not only in one aspect but various; differentiating people from each other.

And Evan was scanning those all faces hoping to see the only face he was so desperate to see since forever - Evelyn.

"Don't you think asking people would be better?" Shane says, holding his phone on his hand which Evan nods understanding the meaning of his words. "Let's get it!!" Evan says taking out his phone and searching for the picture of the girl which he saves from the internet. 

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The eyes full of hatred, anger, jealousy, burning rage yearning for revenge and eagerness to destroy was gazing sternly to the person with a happy wide smile on the front page of the newspaper which he was holding in his hand. How much he wished to kill the happy smile grazing on the person's face? And that smile was giving wanders to him; negatively. That smile just acted as a salt spread over his pounding deep wound which was still burning instead of healing. His hands clenched into fist and jaw stern. 

"NO! NO! NO!... This is not so happening. This is not true." He yells as the newspaper starts getting torn with his fingers piercing through it. As if struck by a sudden shits, he starts laughing out hysterically following out with loud cries. He keeps going on and he looked exactly a psychopath. " I can't let him be happy. No! I will destroy him. HAHAHAHA..." He continues his evil laugh and stops suddenly as his expression change completely, teeth-gritting and nose blaring hot air of air - And he seemed scary. He clenched his fist more crumbling the newspaper then tearing it into tiny pieces and blowing it out into the air and laugh crazily as those pieces of paper falls on him.  

As he was enjoying his act, he gets distracted by the sound of the steel rods being banged. He turns around to see one of the police guards standing out of his compartment staring straight into his eyes with an annoyed and hateful gaze. The man inside scoff soon followed by a smirk and turns back to the direction he was facing before ignoring the police outside. The silence covers them both but soon the guard speaks " You piece of crazy shit!! Just shut the fuck off and stay quiet. This is not your home to do anything you like. Bastard!" 

Now the man inside was controlling himself from bursting out at the sudden insult thrown at him. He heaves a long deep sign and stays as he was ignoring the guard. The guard grows irritated being ignored by a person whom he though low - A mere criminal and a crazy psycho old bastard.  The guard looks around the room to keep his calm but his eyes found out the pieces of turn paper which were the newspaper he gave the old man few minutes ago. His eyes again find the back of the old man.

" YOU! Crazy old man! How dare you do that? You know this piece of newspaper is to be shared among others as well. " He curses again but the man inside was having much of his behavior and his words growing impatient to finish him off.  The man turns around glaring at the guard like he was his prey. The guard felt goosebumps under his glare. "What are y-you thinking to do?" The guard asks slightly stuttering afraid of the man in front of him. While the man smirks proudly at himself and replies " Just thinking of finishing off my works left outside and to destroy someone who sent me here and clean off first from this place." The man replies with an evil smile taking over his face. 

"what?" The guard says confused but the man just shrugs off and replies " Don't dare to call me an old man. I am not OLD!! Just a little aged." He says staring intensely at the guard who was shivering under his gaze tho they were separated by a chain of rods and walls. Having hard to bear The stern gaze and the crazy talk of the man, he turns on his feet and march over his table where he had been sitting guarding over the floor. 

But the man had his gaze fixed on the guard who was distancing further from him. He smirks again and says " But you won't be there to witness me complete my works outside."  turning around to the position he was sitting before and close his eyes leaning his head against the wall, a satisfied but evil smile curling over his face.