Rings and Closets

Blue Text Boxes

I'd woken up to a cold side of the bed. 'Huh?' I thought to myself. I expected to wake up pressed against phil nice and warm like I did every morning. I wondered where phil was. He'd probably gotten up to make breakfast i reassured myself. I got up and walked into the living room stretching out my limbs as I did.
"Phil?" I called out. There was no response except a slight echo of my voice trough the kitchen. I was confused to where he was. I went into the now spare bedroom which used to be Phil's. No. I went back into my bedroom and picked up my phone, I attempted to call phil but his phone was off. I started to get worried. It was considerably early. Round about 6:30 but He was never away out at this time. He'd only really go out to the shops round 9:00ish. I sat on my bed waiting. I was just scrolling through tumblr trying to take my mind off of the situation but it wouldn't work. 'Maybe I'll just go back to sleep' I thought going under the covers. But I couldn't. I stared at the ceiling for about 20 minutes. I didn't want to make breakfast since we had it together every morning while watching anime. I waited for him. I went back on my phone texting phil
'Where are you?'
'Please phil I'm worried'
'Phil?'
'This isn't funny please Phil'
There were other messages but they were all along the same lines. I spammed phil hoping for a reply but all messages were mine. All sent in blue and none received. I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. I turned the TV on just watching the news since It should take my mind off of it. The weather was the same as yesterday. Nothing special just typical London weather. I was fidgeting with worry still.
"Phil!" I shouted once again. No idea why since I know the answer id get. and what I thought and received were the same. No reply. A distant echo was all. I walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water. I could see myself beginning to shake with fear.
'What if something happened to him?'
'What if he's been stabbed or arrested or mugged or knocked down' I thought. I quickly text Cat hoping for her to have an idea

'Hey Cat is phil with you?' I waited at my phone for a reply. It was 7ish now so I didn't expect a reply so quick but my phone eventually dinged and I quickly picked it up still shaking.

'No. Why?' Those were the words I feared to hear the most. At least if something bad happened I'd know what it was.

'He's not in the house. I don't know where he's gone. He won't pick up calls or respond to my texts' i text back quickly hoping I'd get another quick reply.