When You Left

III

You didn't come home that night. I waited and waited, but you never showed. I fell asleep right there near the door. 

I called and left you messages. I even went as far as asking your colleagues about where you were. I woke up today, feeling uneasy and utterly worried. I try to calm down, muttering to myself that you were fine and that you'd come back. 

Because you always did.  

I couldn't shake the feeling all throughout the time I took a shower and got dressed. I quickly fired off a text to my boss, saying that I wouldn't come today. I wanted to be home when you arrived. 

Time passes quickly.  My worry increasing, thoughts getting worse every time the clock ticked.  

It was 10:30 in the evening now. It was the longest you've ever stayed out of the house without at least texting me. 

I can feel tears pool up in my eyes. I take long breaths, hoping they'd help but they don't. My hands struggle to stay still as I grab my phone. 

I dial 911 and wait. The ringing sound seemed to last forever. Finally someone picks up with a Hello. What's your emergency? 

"Um hello. I'd like to report a..um.. a m-missing per-" I'm not even able to finish my sentence, before breaking down into sobs. 

"Miss please calm down and repeat your emergency." the lady over the phone says.

"I-I'm sorry. Yes. I'd like to report a missing person's case p-please."

She asks me a bunch of questions like your name and age and what time you left. "Okay last question miss. What was your boyfriend wearing before he went missing?" 

"Um his work clothes. A black suit and pants with a whi-"

I hear the lock click in place and the door swings open. You stand there in the door frame, hair askew and clothes disheveled. I hurriedly cut the call, saying that you'd come back.  

A cry rises out of my throat and run to you, slamming into your hard chest, hugging you tightly. Tears were streaming down my face uncontrollably. I look you up and down, urgently, scanning for any injuries. 

I heave a sigh of relief upon finding nothing. "Where were you?" I ask.

"Away from you." You spit out. The coldness and venom in your voice makes me flinch and I take a step back.

"W-what?"

"I don't love you anymore."