The Untold Stories.

Disappear.

I've not seen you since last night.
Its been twenty two hours, forty one minutes and thirty six seconds since then.

Since last night.
Or maybe more than that.
Or maybe lesser.
I don't know, I'm not even good at maths and calculations. I despise the subject alot to be absolutely accurate with my digits.
But I'm certainly going all Einstein due to your absence.
I've been waiting by the dining table, searching for you, calling you, leaving you messages.
But you still don't offer any response.
Are you hiding behind the curtains, just to surprise me, pick me up from behind and whisper the most consoling words into my ears?
Or have you gone out to bring me flowers? My favourite ones, the white lilies, with layers of sparkles sprinkled on top of the bouquet.
Or are you just simply running away.
From everyone.
Everything.
Me.
Are you running away from me?