I eyed the mystery guy in the video. He did look familiar. He was brown-haired and quite tall. Obviously not as tall as Stone because he was not the height of the Empire State Building.

The very distinctive thing about the guy that Lana was watching intriguingly on the screen was the large scar across his eye.

"It is funny to think that you thought you would end up with some nerdy guy." Lana changed the subject quickly "How did you describe your future husband again?"

"Curly hair and glasses. A cute little nerd." I laughed because I compared that to Stone who could never be described as cute.

"And you are crazy for a guy that..." Lana laughed before trailing off.

I continued for her "Looks like someone you would not want to meet in a dark alleyway? Looks like someone that should be on a poster for the death penalty so criminals are deterred from committing a crime?"

She nodded while holding back a smile "Yeah."

We decided to put on some cringe romance comedy film but I could not keep up with the storyline. My mind was somewhere else.

It was only when Lana lifted a finger and wiped away a tear in my eye that I noticed I was crying.

"I am not crying." I attempted to lie while wiping away my tears "Like I told you when we watched the notebook, I am allergic to your bedsheets."

Lana put her arm around me and pulled me to her so that my head rested on her shoulder. I stayed there and watched the rest of the movie through blurred vision.

I started to feel my eyes get heavier just when something made a buzzing noise. I sat up and looked around for the source of the noise.

My phone on the bedside cabinet was lit up with the name Lurch.

I picked up the phone and stared at it motionlessly. I glanced at the time that read exactly midnight.

"Answer it." Lana nudged me.

Watching until the call stopped, I shook my head "I can't."

"Why not?" She frowned "You need to stop torturing yourself."

"If I answer then I will miss him more that I already do." I told her before muttering "If that is even possible."

Lana looked at the phone "You have a message from him."

The screen was still lit up with a phone call from him.

I answered it. I brought the phone in my shaky hand to my ear.

"Give me a reason." The gruff voice greeted me.

His words went over and over in my head.

"What do you mean?" I asked quietly.

"I need a reason why you are not in my arms right now." He grumbled; his voice sounded too hoarse to be strong.

I could not speak. I did not know what to say.

"Three fucking days." He uttered hoarsely "That is all I can do."