Left alone

I woke up in the morning,smiling, hoping to see him by my side and peck on his lips. But to my surprise he wasnt there. His side of the bed was empty with just wrinkled sheets. I got up and walked towards the bathroom. Dec was a morning person. And he was always the first one to use the bathroom in the morning.

I started walking towards the bathroom. On the way, I almost tripped over my heels which were lying on the floor. Turns out I was still kind of high from last night. As I approached the bathroom I started calling out my fiance's name. 'Declan. Sweetheart where are you? Are you in the shower? Mind if I joined,' I asked while opening the bathroom door. He wasn't there. My naughty smirk just kinda went away. I just stared at the bathroom floor which was perfectly dry. But then I remembered that Declan would always go downstairs and cook me some bacon and toast everytime I overslept. I shut the bathroom door, wore my shorts and literally hopped downstairs saying,'Declan sweety I'm coming for you baby.Be ready with my breakfast and my morning kiss.' I kinda giggled while saying this. When I reached downstairs I saw that no one was there. The kitchen counters were clean, the knives unused and the bacon in fridge. Now I had started to panic. Where was Declan??? I desperately started looking all around the house but couldn't find him. He wasnt in the living room, the dining room, the guest room or the study room. I raced towards the main door and opened it. I thought I would find him by the porch but I was wrong. The milk and the newspaper were lying there, untouched. I was getting really worried now. I picked the milk and newspaper, rushed back into the house, slammed the door shut , left the milk and the newspaper on the kitchen counter and ran back upstairs. I then grabbed my phone and tried calling Declan but his phone was unreachable. I started to wonder if he had left me. I rushed towards his closet to see whether his stuff was still there. When I opened the door, I first thought everything was there but then I looked properly and found out that some of his stuff was missing. By now I had started to cry. I shut the closet door and sat on the floor weeping. What had I done wrong?