This time, it was finally her turn to take the initiative.
But still, even if he had left many times, it was never intentional, and he would always send her news. As for her, she had just vanished entirely at once.
He missed her, missed her beyond reason.
Strangely enough, in the past two years, he didn't miss her that much—perhaps because they kept in touch by phone, by text every day, you knew she'd always be there, doing well, so there was nothing to worry about.
But this time, it was truly a matter of life and death.
Three or four months without news, was she alive or dead?
It's like a rib on your body, usually, when you punch it or accidentally bump against it, it hurts to varying degrees and then returns to normal.
But what if you pull that rib out completely?
Can this wound ever heal?
The sky gradually darkened.
He lay alone on the empty sofa, habitually reaching out, yet what he embraced was only thin air. Suddenly he jumped up and rushed downstairs.
