It's been six years. Six years since I lost my beloved, and three years since I got out of depression. I tried not to be cheesy but he WAS my everything. He was the angel who stood by my side supportively when I was tackling obstacles. He understood and respected my decisions. He even bought me tampons and chocolate when I'm having period cramps. *sobbing* They're all gone, one day when he just vanished with five words on scrap paper: "leave it, or kill it." His name, which marked deep down of my heart for sure, was Zachary, but I called him Zach for short.
What happened? I didn't have a single clue. I just knew that one of the important pieces of puzzles disappeared. It was the key puzzle, which held everything together, nice and tight. As you can imagine, without that tiny piece, any other parts of the puzzle could have messed up, which apparently, they did.
Being a FBI, I filed up Zach in the 'missing' category and that's the reason why I went through a darker and more torturing time than anyone else out there whose beloved went missing. I kept looking for clues, kept investigating, but nothing. I never wanted that word to appear when it comes to Zach's file. I found nothing, and could do nothing about it anymore, and ironically, had done everything about it. Even though I wanted to believe that he's still out there, the evidence of 'nothing' persuaded me to accept the fact that he's gone for sure.
Three years. I've tried my very best to cope with days without him aside. Everyday has been the same. Coffee-work-gym-Home. No leisure time, no holidays. Yep that's me, my name's Amber Jenson.
As much as I want to forget him so badly, everything just reminds me of him. Valentine's Day? Eight years ago he proposed. Seven years ago we got married. Both of them were occasions on Valentine's Day. Chocolate? Lovely gift from my ex-hubby when I've got my period cramps. Toothbrush? Reminds me of the time when we woke up together, trying to be the first one who uses the toilet but ended up both inside, how we looked into each other's eyes while brushing our teeth, how he tried to mess up my hair with his veiny hand. Now you can imagine how hard it was for me to walk out of depression. I knew I had to move on, I couldn't stay in this devastating state which could possibly lead me to something even worse. Don't judge me but I downloaded Tinder. I wish I could find someone who has the ability to take away my sorrow, to start a brand new life with me. That however, wouldn't happen as I spoke, cuz I just couldn't swipe right on Tinder which apparently I wasn't able to match with anymore. No one, not a single person on Tinder, could do better than Zach. My sweetheart, he was immaculate. I swear to god you won't be able to find some kind of god-like man like him under any simple circumstances, or at least, not by pure luck.
Like I said, nothing has been different, not until my boss requested to see me in his office yesterday. Maybe it's the nature of Gemini, I started to visualise different scenarios. Am I fired? Am I transferred to a different department? None of my visualisation matched the reality in which, I got promoted to the Head of Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Such a huge news of course I had to inform my squad, or in a matter of age difference, my bevy of ladies and their blush of boyfriends or husbands. Course they said we must hold a party to celebrate my promotion. But since we're not teens, partying in some sort of club houses aren't our cup of tea. Instead, we decided to go adventurous. A cabin in the woods sounds perfect.
