All Mine

The Search

Yakimano stood in the middle of the living room, his heart pounding in his chest. He had looked everywhere—every room, every corner of the apartment—and Y/N was nowhere to be found. Panic started to rise within him as the reality of the situation set in. She was gone.

He grabbed his phone, dialing her number for what felt like the hundredth time, but it went straight to voicemail. "Y/N, please call me back. I'm worried. I just want to know you're safe," he said, his voice trembling with anxiety.

Hours passed, and Yakimano's fear only grew. He checked all the places he thought she might go—her favorite café, the park where she liked to walk, even the gym she frequented—but there was no sign of her. The thought of her out there, alone, and possibly in danger, made his chest tighten with dread.

He sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. He couldn't believe this was happening. How had things gotten so out of control? He had promised himself he would change, that he would never hurt her again, but somehow, he had let things slip through his fingers.

"Where are you, Y/N?" he whispered to himself, staring out at the darkening sky.

As night fell, Yakimano knew he had to do something more. He began calling mutual friends, asking if anyone had seen or heard from Y/N. Most hadn't, but a few mentioned that she seemed distant lately, like something was bothering her. The realization that she might have been planning to leave for a while hit him hard.

Desperation drove him to return home, where he frantically searched for any clues that might tell him where she had gone. He rifled through drawers, checked her closet—anything that could give him a hint. Then, he noticed something small but telling: a piece of paper sticking out of the edge of her journal.

He hesitated, knowing how private she was about her thoughts. But his worry overrode his guilt as he opened the journal and found a note she had left behind.

The note wasn't long, just a few lines scribbled hastily: "I need some space. Please don't try to find me. I'll be back when I'm ready."

The words hit Yakimano like a punch to the gut. She had left of her own accord, needing time and distance from him. He had pushed her to this point, and now, all he could do was wait and hope that she would come back.

Feeling utterly helpless, Yakimano collapsed onto the couch, the note clutched tightly in his hand. He didn't know how long it would take, or if she would even return, but one thing was clear: he had to make things right, not just for her, but for himself.

He had to prove that he could be the man she needed, even if it meant waiting for as long as it took.