Two days past by without me seeing Hayden. He hasn’t been back to the penthouse and Auntie didn’t seem to know where he went off to either. The penthouse was dead quiet and felt so empty without Hayden here. I spent my days visiting my grandmother in hospital as always and my late afternoons and evenings working on my artwork and other university projects.
My days were peaceful; however, I felt a nagging thought always present at the back of my mind. Whenever I was free such as when I was waiting for the elevator, when I was waiting for the water to boil and when I was spacing out all alone, my mind wound wander to Hayden.
If Hayden doesn’t return to this penthouse tonight, it would be his third night out in a row. Since I’ve moved in here with him, he has never been gone this long before. I looked at my phone for the hundredth time today.
Nothing. No calls and no messages from Hayden. I wondered where he was.
“Why don’t you give him a call?” Auntie asked.
