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cw: blood.
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THE SKY WAS GREY
when you awoke the next morning. Tiny droplets of rain pelted your bedroom window as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, a tiny yawn escaping your lips. The room was shrouded in a thick darkness, illuminated only by the occasional bolt of lightning.
You shuddered as a particularly loud clap of thunder left your window rattling against its frame. Fear blossomed in your chest, a small remnant of your childhood phobia of thunderstorms. Peeling the covers from your body, you wasted no time in reaching for the lamp on your bedside table. A little light would calm your fears.
You hastily pressed the switch into the "on" position, but nothing happened. Frantically you pressed it again, and then once more. However, the darkness remained, and that little twinge of fear was now threatening to swallow you whole.
"Jean?" you called out but didn't receive an answer.
The silence was deafening; it wrapped around you like an uncomfortably tight hug, squeezing your chest until it was difficult to breathe. You dragged your tired body from the bed, making a complete mess of the covers as you frantically searched for your phone. A tiny wave of relief washed over you when you found it, but the feeling was short-lived as you quickly realized it was dead. You must have forgotten to charge it last night.
Silently cursing yourself, you dashed for the door. Slowly you unlocked it and pushed it open, poking your head out. "Hello?" you whisper-yelled, still hanging onto the hope that Jean was home.
Again you were greeted with silence, and you were forced to venture into the dark apartment alone. You tiptoed into the living room and peeked over the side of the couch, searching for any evidence of your boyfriend. Unfortunately, he wasn't there, and a hollow feeling settled in your chest.
It was strange, you loathed him, but at the same time, a small part of you craved what little comfort he still bothered to provide you with. As you sat down on the couch, you realized that you'd rather be with him than all by your lonesome in the dark. Even if it meant you had to suffer through another argument, it was better than being alone.
"That's weird," you mumbled to yourself. Even in the darkness, you could see that the couch was oddly neat, especially because you basically gave your boyfriend no choice but to sleep on it last night. Jean was not one to make the bed, so the carefully folded blankets and perfectly placed pillows were not something you would expect to see.
Did he even sleep here last night?
A plethora of anxious thoughts regarding his whereabouts swarmed your mind, but you reminded yourself that there was probably a logical explanation for everything. He was probably just trying to get on your good side again by helping out for once, something he often did after a fight. In fact, he would probably arrive with breakfast and flowers any moment now!
