Matt's POV
I didn't need to open my eyes to know she was gone. Her absence was felt like the breeze coming in the window. It doesn't take a person's eyes to know when their soulmate left, warmth goes too. I also wished I wasn't naked. I didn't regret the sex we had the night before, but because I imagined a pyjama would protect me against the cold.
My fingers shakily reached over to the side she was sleeping on a few hours ago when a nightmare pulled me from my sleep at some point and a heavy feeling settled in my chest when the bed didn't feel warm.
I knew what this meant, it wasn't the first thought in my head, but instead of accepting it, my brain went into denial.
She could've gone anywhere, I decided. It didn't mean what I believed it did. Deep down, I believed she was gone out of my life. Maybe we run out of coffee and always insisted on drinking in the morning, but when I thought about it, I didn't know if that was still her habit.
I hissed at the cold floor as I stood up, I didn't allow myself to gain my balance fully before quickly reaching down for my boxers from last night. I'd change them after my shower, maybe she'd join me when she came back?
I walked into the hall of our house, from where I could see the kitchen and the living room. Both empty.
"Y/N?" I called out, fear running through my body.
She couldn't have left. Nothing would make her do it, I knew that. Or did I? Had I been wrong all this time that I believed to know for sure, that she'd always be waiting for me?
She loved me, I seen it in her eyes whenever I'd let mine find hers, noticing how her eyes followed my every move. I felt it in the kiss we shared last night, how she kissed me like I was all that kept her breathing. Her love was a comfort coat embracing me when I came home to her. It was a simple truth that promised me her loyalty. But...didn't I break that promise? Wasn't I still in love with her?
My heart still belonged to her when I gave my body to someone else. It would be a lie to say I didn't think of her during the act. It wasn't her face I pictured, but the girl I was hovering over. For those few minutes, it was like Y/N left my mind completely and it was clouded by the woman I was with. It was her touch I craved. Not Y/N's.
Maybe she went to get breakfast? She did that before on special occasions. Us finding each other surely counted, right? I smiled, going back into the bedroom. I changed quickly and went to make us smoothies. I pushed the clothes hangers to the side, searching for a shirt and I frowned when I couldn't find it. I remembered how I hung it up beside the light blue shirt Y/N gave me, but it wasn't there. The blue shirt wasn't there either. Where did all these spare clothes hangers come from?
That's when it sunk in. More of my clothes fit because hers weren't there anymore.
I rushed into the bathroom and scanned two glasses. It had one toothbrush in it and that was mine. Her light green one, that I teased her for, was gone. I searched the drawers and found all my stuff was there but hers was missing.
"Huh" I hummed to myself.
I pressed my hands to my face and rubbed the skin, trying to think. There was no denying that the realisation of her leaving me and ending our relationship, hurt. I felt a pain that was hard to describe. I couldn't understand.
But last night...changed everything. We fell in love all over again.
"Maybe it's just me" I whispered to myself. "And she slept with me, knowing she'd leave the next morning"
I shook my head, thinking what hurt more, losing her by choice or losing her without a goodbye.
Few months earlier
