𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~ | 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯

039 || The eyes Mija

When I say that it was the best night of my life, I mean every word. I suppose I didn't have much to compare it to, but I knew that it was pretty damn good. I had never felt so calm and peaceful. I can say without a doubt that his arms are my favorite place.

All that went to shit the next morning. Of course it did. What did you expect? A happy ending?

Grow up.

I woke up with a contented smile on my face. I yawned blissfully, streatching my arms out in front of me. I felt warm and comfortable under the thick covers. This was heaven. But then I realized something was missing. If it truly was heaven, then why did I not feel Max's arms around me or his calming breaths?

I felt a spark of worry and quickly blinked to open my eyes. My heart dropped. My face dropped. I couldn't move.

I was alone.

Panic flared inside my chest, but I tried to calm it. I tried to think rationally. I sat up, the bed suddenly feeling cold and empty. My mind was already beginning to buzz.

Maybe he just got up to make breakfast.

"Max?" I called, hopefully. I waited, my hope fading with every second of silence. "Max!" I called again. I slipped out of bed and ran into the living room.

It was empty.

His things were gone.

"Max!" I called again. I knew it was useless. I knew he wasn't going to reply, but I didn't want to believe it. I wouldn't believe it. My hands were in my hair. It hurt. I was so, so hurt.

"Max..." I said it one last time, my voice slowly fading. I felt tears well up in my eyes.

How could he do this? Did last night mean nothing to him? Did I mean nothing to him?

I stood there for a couple minutes, trying to grasp a hold of what was happening. I failed. There had to be some explanation. I'm sure he just had an early meeting and didn't want to wake me. But why would he need his suitcase for a meeting?

Shut up; maybe it was a meeting on a plane!

I closed down my negative thoughts. Max had changed. He wouldn't hurt me like this on purpose, right? But what if he did? What if this whole thing was just a trick to break my heart? I had told him that I cared about him. Could he have used that against me?

I was so desperate to prove to myself that all of what I was thinking wasn't true that I hurried down the hall to knock on the first door I recognized. Carlos opened it, his hair messy (yet somehow perfect) and looking like he had just woken up. My hand was tapping on my wrist nervously. He looked a bit worried as he saw me.

"Bri? Are you okay? You look pale."He frowned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just-" I began, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. He cut me off with a wave of his hand.

"Just come inside. You look like you're about to pass out. Also, you're half naked, so it might be best if you come in." He stepped aside.

I glanced down and realized that I was wearing only Max's shirt. Fortunately, it went down to my knees, so you couldn't see anything. I quickly hurried inside. Carlos was very nice to me and let me borrow some shorts.

"Here..." He handed me a glass of water.

He gave me the same look Layla would give me as if to say, I'm not going to listen to anything you have to say until you drink it. I took a nervous sip. It seemed to satisfy him, and he sat down on the couch next to me.