Without a trace Dan and Phil story

Gone

The air was crisp and cool it had only just begun Dan usually wouldn't be up on any other day but this wasn't any other day this was the day that he would ask Jessica on a date. He knew Jess well. He knew she would be awake and eating cearel then she would shower get dressed and then scroll on Instagram until she was fashionably late except she wasn't. She just wasn't. Dan had keys to her apartment.she wasn't there. She wasn't anywhere. She was simply gone. Without a trace without Dan. Dan searched for, well anything but it all was layed out like she never left. Dan phoned the police and searched the streets shouting her name, her beautiful name. He got funny looks along with ones of simpathy but he did not care. He cared about somone who he loved and had let slip though his fingers. It was now late darkness had fell on londons streets however luminated by traffic Dan felt black and hollow. Deep down Dan knew he wasn't going to find her.it was like a dull ache yet he wouldn't let himself believe his gut so he allowed his long limbs to carry him miles and miles well into early morning. He saw drunks headend home, police cars and the long winding rode yet the only thing he wanted to see was the one thing he couldn't and probly never would again : Jessica. Dan was exhausted he'd been searching since 1 in the afternoon it was now 3 in the morning. He was miles from home yet with no reward. The pouring rain had soaked him from head to toe , he was mentally and phicically exhausted and felt like a peice of him was missing. He slumped down at the side of the road allowing the tears to fall down his face. He clapped his shaking hands together and prayed. He wasn't a religious man however if there was a big man up there hopefully he was listening because Dan had lost all hope. All because of one fact: 

Jessica was gone and there was nothing Dan could do to change that