Drifting

"When will I see you again?" I go to turn around but his hand on my shoulder stops me. "I'm not sure but, Annaliese; promise me you won't try to find me? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you," I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and I take a deep breath. "I promise." He sighs in relief and kisses the nape of my neck lightly, "Goodbye, Annaliese." I quickly turn around in hopes of getting a glimpse of him before he leaves, but by the time I've turned he's already gone. The only thing I see is an apartment with nothing but a mattress and a lamp in the corner.