Struck By The Moonlight

Chapter Two - Hope...Maybe

// This book will have some slow updates.

Jayla's POV

It had been only a couple of days since I lost Izzie. Her real name was Izabella, but she wanted to be called Izzie for short and that suited her. I was in our bedroom, looking at everything that we bought for each other and for ourselves. It looked like we were rich, when really, we just worked on our business as we were both self employed, selling perfume. We only sold a few bottles though, nothing extraordinary. 

Then, I suddenly had an idea. 

What if I leave a note for Izzie and go out for a much needed walk in the park? Was my grief getting the best of me? Maybe, but it was worth a shot. Right? I just had this gut feeling that she was still out there and alive. 

I went downstairs and into our office, grabbing Izzie's old notebook and ripped out a page from it, and grabbed her 'diamond fountain pen'. What should I write? Something simple but sweet? And maybe...

Yes! I'll leave a small bottle of our perfume next to the note! Yes! I got a smart brain!

After some careful thinking about what I was going to write on the note, I put down; 

"I miss you so much, Izzie. I hope you are out there. Love from Jayla."

Then, I quickly rushed upstairs back to our bedroom and grabbed Izzie's perfume from her bedside table, getting sad at the same time but it was a 'good sad'. I was going to get her back home where she belonged. She had to be out there...she just had to be. 

I left the note and her perfume at the living room table in-front of the television and then put on my black pair of boots and left the house to go to the park. I walked for a couple of miles around the park, since it was actually the biggest park in the universe and suddenly had another gut feeling to return back home. I swear I had only been out for an hour...

So, back home I went. 

And the second I stepped into our house, I checked the living room to find out that the perfume was gone, but the note remained. I picked it up, turning it over to the other side and Izzie had written something back to me. 

A sharp chill ran down my spine.

"Wait until midnight, babe."

Oh shit...