John Evans

*Lynch was missing. Literally missing. John tried to find him, but it was no use. Hope stood at the end of a cliff, about to fall. Evans couldn't accept it; Yegor had to be found. Meanwhile, the brunette was in a mental hospital.
Morning. Another damn morning. No lectures about him being too much of a jerk, or those anomalous things that so annoyed John. The emptiness that consumed every day without Lynch. Would he be able to look into his friend's emerald eyes one more time? Lily called. He picked up the phone. All his nervousness was already spilling out, taking it out on Lynch's sister. Then, he heard footsteps. He turned in his direction, almost dropping the phone. Yegor was standing there. Gloomy, but alive. The sun's rays shone on his black hair, giving it a blue glow.

—Lily, cancel the whole damn thing. John says sharply, hanging up. I don't care. Lynch was nearby.

He hugs him sharply, pressing him to himself. His eyes began to water. Emotions were mixed inside: from happiness to anger. Where has he been all this time, and why does he look like he was run over by a car a couple of times?