Stalker | Delusional Love

9: Missing and Found

Soviet's footsteps marched heavily around the house.

It was empty. He was the only living soul inside of it.

He grumbled glancing around the dark bedroom angrily. He had searched in the dark but even with the lights on it would make no difference, no one but him was there.

He had called out his darling's name almost a hundred times by now, but he wasn't there.

Soviet ticked and began looking for clues, perhaps something could tell him where his darling was. He'd have to wait till morning to ask the front desk when he had checked out.

But the room was spotless, swept, vacuumed, and mopped. The closet was empty, the dressers, drawers, and the kitchen. The only thing left were the house's appliances, which Reich didn't own.

Soviet pondered for a moment, where had his own stuff gone? Maybe Reich had taken his clothes with him? That would be sweet of him to do, but Reich didn't do sweet things for him.

The Russian sighed, sitting down on the bed for a moment, wondering where he should start his search.

Eventually he decided to take one more look around the house before he would officially leave.

The place hadn't been totally cleaned yet, but tomorrow it would definitely be.

Soviet was sad to see the place so lifeless. He searched the back porch, disappointed he never got to have a little fire night with his dear, there was a fire pit back there after all. Maybe they could have burned Afghanistan's body together.

That would've been so cute.

Soviet grumbled and made his way back inside, off to finish his final search of the place.

But he was unfortunately left fruitless. The Russian sighed, glancing at himself in the bathroom's mirror for a moment before walking back into the bedroom.

He would have to get going soon, who knows how far his dear had gotten now.

The Russian hummed in the dark and made his way towards the door, pausing for a moment as he passed the trash can.

He stood frozen as he stared down at the thing, before he eventually knelt down and took the lid off of it.

It was practically empty, expect for one little, crumpled up piece of paper that laid inside of it.

The Russian picked it up, and fumbled to unfold it in his hands.

He stared silently at the little flier. Reading over it briefly, he sighed, wondering if his dear left this to mislead him, or truly on accident.

Reich hummed softly, waddling around the wooden deck for a moment. A drink in his hand as he stumbled around.

He was finally making his way back to JE and FI. Though this method of transportation would take longer than a simple flight, Reich was sure to enjoy it a whole lot more.

Besides, it went along quite well with his beach themed vacation.

The German sighed, feeling quite pleased with everything at the moment. They had left the docks about two hours ago, it was dark now, and he was welcomingly alone.

Not a Soviet in sight.

Reich hummed, sitting down on some loft chair, sipping his drink calmly. He was glad that he was finally leaving this vacation. He enjoyed it, every second without Soviet he enjoyed. But every second with him was hell.

After a while of watching the salty water roll by, Reich eventually got up and left the area, making his way towards his room.

He didn't get anything fancy. He didn't want anything fancy. Just a little, single bedroom, that had an extra top bunk that he could put his stuff on.