A/N: This is yet another Adam/Sarah story I've published for all of you. I'm sorry if you're getting annoyed with my Adam/Sarah obsession, but there's just something about them...I can't explain it... Anyway,this is about the days before, during, and after Sarah's death. Be aware that this is my hypothesis pertaining to what happened in that time frame, so it's not written in stone! Oh, yeah, and this is in Adam's point of view, which you'll find out as soon as you begin reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyle XY or anything affiliated with it. ABC Family and any other company associated with it does.

Missing You

The day Sarah died, so did I.

Each day I somehow survived without her was one more chink in the wall I'd built to surround my heart since I'd lost her.

In knowing her, I'd known my soul mate; in losing her, I'd lost my life.

That had been twenty years ago…

I'd run from her. She was my whole world, and when she started falling apart, I did everything I could to help her. It wasn't enough, and I found myself powerless; I was only able to stand by and watch her break further. Finally, I couldn't take anymore…and I left.

The day she vanished from my life, I was conducting an experiment, completely concentrated aside from the part of my mind that unendingly thought of Sarah. My guilt over leaving hadn't lessened since the day I'd walked out, and the concept of calming the section of my mind belonging to her was unthinkable, for it would mean I really had given up on her. Of course, I hadn't; I loved her.

Suddenly, I felt a painful pull on my heart, like nothing I'd ever felt, and the test tube previously in my hand shattered against the desk at which I had been working as I jerked backward, though not of my own will.

Instinctively, immediately, I knew Sarah was in trouble. Haphazardly ripping off and discarding my lab coat, I jumped over the desk and sprinted to my car as fast as was possible for someone like me, starting it and driving away frantically. I drove carefully, but purposely overrode the speed limit in my haste, praying the cops wouldn't be in the mood to bust anyone today.

My heart beating fast and breathing erratic, my mind raced astronomically quickly. I was in official panic mode, and even while driving, I strove to connect with her. I was even more alarmed to find that our connection had somehow been blocked, disengaged in a way that suggested my worst fears.

When I was only about two miles away, I listened for Sarah's heartbeat. It had been strong and rapid the day I'd left, for she knew me well enough to realize something had been off as I'd walked out the door. Now, her heartbeat was slow, non rhythmic, and I cursed myself for being right the one time I would have given anything to be proved wrong.

Jumping from my still running car, I ran the flights of stairs to her apartment and didn't hesitate to break down the door as her heartbeat grew ever weaker. Beginning to call out her name, my voice, along with all else, halted when the living space came into my vision.

Blood…blood everywhere… Finger smears on the walls, splotches on the couch, kitchen counters and floor, carpet especially, small spatters on the ceiling and dining room table…

A window with a view of the city was broken off to the side, blood staining the remaining shards, and I rushed to scan the ground below. Breathing a momentary sigh of relief at finding nothing, I quickly returned to trying to find some sign of not only the girl I loved, but what sort of horror had transpired here.

"Sarah!" Hearing nothing, I raised my voice, growing more desperate by the second; her heartbeat was nearly inaudible now, even to someone with my abilities. "Sarah!" Running to her bedroom, I slowed as I got to her doorway, my breath almost ceasing as her heartbeat retreated another few decibels.

I charged into the room, faltering just a few steps in and crashing to my knees, the oxygen in my lungs leaving me entirely. There, mouth slightly open and glazed eyes staring up at me blankly, as if silently crying out, lay my Sarah.

Her hair, clothes, and the carpet beneath her were matted with her own blood, some of the already dried, red liquid marring her still beautiful face; her skin was white as snow, her pulse nonexistent, and…her heartbeat had completely left my ears.

If I wanted to save her, I knew I had only one chance; no matter if I lived or died, I had to try. I loved her more than any actions or words, spoken or not, could ever articulate, and I was not about to let her go without a fight.

Grabbing the hand furthest from my own, I carefully hovered my body over hers, placing my other hand on her chest above her heart. Breathing in as much air as was capable of my lungs, lights flickered rapidly, my sensitive hearing catching the sounds of car alarms going off, as well as the screams of the civilians as every building within a ten-to-fifteen mile radius began to shake.

I focused every bit of the energy I currently had within my grasp into performing what I hoped would be a miracle, even emptying the reserve storages I'd been gathering for as long as I can remember. I kept the tears at bay as I thought of what would happen if this didn't work, shaking such worries from my mind; I couldn't let matters of that kind break my concentration when I knew they were incorrect anyway.

I was ready. Forcing all of the power I'd built up through my body and into hers in the form of an incredibly powerful electric shock, I gasped sharply as Sarah's body shot up in addition to mine. Due to gravity and my sudden lack of energy, I fell to the floor beside her, breathless and gripping her hand with as much strength as I had left, which was just enough to keep me mostly conscious.

My head swam dizzyingly, but I compelled myself to concentrate as I checked her vital signs, praying to come up with something, anything, as my world began to go black. My final glimpse of her lying there, so pale, so vulnerable, so seemingly far gone… I was aware of nothing further as my green eyes closed, my mind expelling one last prayer for her heart to beat.

A/N: Sorry this isn't very long! I have a bit more written, but I felt it was second chapter material, so... Oh, and for those of you who want things clearer, when Adam was listening for Sarah's heartbeat, his first talked about the day he left her, meaning she didn't know he was leaving, he just...did. Then, he talked about the present. obviously.