Gone (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3 - The Key

I searched the house from top to bottom, looking for a key. However, luck was not on my side.

I had triple-checked each room in the house when I returned to the living room.

I saw her body, lying there on the old and tattered couch.

She seemed disturbed.

I wondered for the billionth time that day how she was could be so perfect yesterday, and now was lying dead on the couch.

As I stood there looking at her, I saw her hand twitch.

Or, at least, I thought I saw it twitch.

I raced over to her side and stroked the hair away from her face.

Her sleek black hair was now streaked with grey and I could just imagine her loving face, holding me tight when I was scared at night.

How I wished I could see those chocolate brown eyes once more.

Here I was though, clinging on to the thought that perhaps she was coming back.

It couldn't have been my imagination.

I was sure she was alive. I decided to make her more comfortable, so I slid off her boots, took a blanket out from the cupboard and tucked her in.

I then took off my jacket and rolled it up, sliding it under her head as a pillow.

I then kissed her on the head and told her stories until I fell asleep.