Today you woke up,
the first thought in your head was
"is he here? " and if not "where?"

if he's gone, you tiredly anxiously search to find a clue of anything, letter explaining why or where he's ran of to, if not then worriedly find your coat to search where he had left to.

Your mind still half asleep but those terrible thoughts flooding in. you can't help but think of the night before, ask yourself why must you look for the bastard anyways, he swore he wouldn't leave as you lay in bed, his body laying...