#Chapter 70: Footprints

He didn’t say anything. The anger began to brew in his eyes like a storm from the west, but it never hit the east.

Instead of letting it hit, he left the room.

I stared at him before letting out a sigh. I supposed he was rather gracious for exiting rather than yelling at me in a state like this, for why wouldn’t he? I had basically sworn away our happily ever after.

Instead of following him, I tossed aside the duvet before slipping out of bed to then cross the room to Theo’s door. He would be waiting for me to kiss him goodnight.

I opened the door as quietly and tactfully as I could, making an effort not to wake him in case he fell asleep waiting. The moonlight drenched the room a little more than usual; the curtains were drawn.

As I peeked into his room, I discovered the moonlight was shining onto an empty bed.

“Oh, my god,” I sputtered, hurrying over to his bed. The sheets were void of any presence, wrinkled as if there was a body on it a me