I couldn't breath.
My hands were shaking as I started at the message on my phone.
"I told you... I never left"
This wasn't a joke anymore.
This was real.
My mind kept saying it's impossible but my heart.... My heart already knew that truth.
With trembling fingers, I typed: "where are you?"
For a few seconds.... Nothing.
Then suddenly-
Typing....
My heartbeat got faster.
And then his reply came.
"Close to you."
A chill ran down my spine.
I slowly looked around my room again.
The same walls.
The same silence.
But this time.... I didn't feel empty.
It felt like someone was really there.
Watching me.
My eyes fell on the diary lying on the bed.
That same page...
With his handwriting.
I gethered all my courage and whispered,
"Why are you doing this?"
No answer.
Just silence.
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Where did you go..? Why did you leave me?"
I said, my voice breaking.
For a moment.... Nothing happened.
And then-
My phone vibrated again.
I looked down slowly.
Another message.
"I didn't leave you..."
My breath stopped.
A second message appeared.
"I was taken away."
My eyes widened.
Taken…away?
Before I could even understand what that meant-
One more message came.
"And if you find out the truth"
I held my breath.
The last message appeared-
"You will never be safe"
The room suddenly felt colder.
The lights flickered again.
And this time...
My diary pages started flipping on their own.
Fast.
Age if someone invisible was searching for something.
Until they stopped on a page I had never seen before.
A page... Filled with words.
Not mine.
Not his.
At the top, something was written in bold-
"The night he disappeared... Was not an accident."