Kinda based on my friend's fic. The idea is the same. And I'm most likely not gonna continue this. I'm not sure. We'll see.
Adam's POV
Where is he? He should've been here already. His shift ended about an hour ago and it takes only ten minutes for him to drive back home. Why hadn't he called me and told that why he isn't here yet. He always calls if he needs to work extra hours. Because he doesn't want to make me worried. Well, now I'm worried. Very much worried. Maybe I should call to his workplace. No. I will wait for a while longer before doing that. Maybe he's just stuck in the traffic. For a really long time. Which is impossible. No one can be stuck in traffic for more than half an hour in such a short drive. Maybe something has happened. I should call him. Again. For the 87th time. I thought as I called him again.
And again, the same thing happened as for the last 86 times. The phone just rang and rang until I couldn't take it anymore and hang up. Why is he not answering his phone? Something must have surely happened. Because he always answers when I call him. Always. I paced in the living room, staring at my phone and just waiting for his name to appear to the screen, signalling that he was calling. But that didn't happen. For almost the whole night, I just paced and stared at my phone. And from time to time, I would call him, but every time it just rang and rang. I did think about calling his workplace again, but it was midnight at that point, so I thought it was too late and decided that I'd call there in the morning.
At some point, I sat down to the couch and fell asleep immediately. Because I was exhausted from pacing around all night and from being so worried.
As I woke up in the morning, I found that I wasn't on the couch anymore. I was on the bed, under the blanket and wearing only my boxers. Not how I was dressed or where I was when I fell to sleep. He must be here. No one else would bother to carry me to bed. No one else would care that much about where I sleep. I sat straight up on the bed and blinked a few times to get the blurriness away from my vision. Then I looked down to the bed next to me, hoping to see my Baby there. But the side of the bed was cold and empty. No one had slept there tonight. I felt my heart drop just a little bit. Maybe he's sleeping on the couch. Yeah. He must be. This wouldn't be the first time anyway. I tried to stay positive. But somewhere deep inside, I had the feeling that he wasn't here. The house just somehow felt so empty.
I got up from the bed and stumbled to the door, not fully awake yet. "Sauli? Baby, are you here?" I asked and heard my voice echo in the house. And I got no answer at all. All I heard was the eerie silence in the house. And it made me even more worried, but I still tried to stay positive and think that he was just sleeping and couldn't hear me.
I slowly started making my way downstairs, hoping to find my Baby sleeping on the couch. But as I got into the living room, everything was the way I had left it last night. The half-full glass of water was still on the table near the couch. My phone was still on the couch. It was like no one had even been here after I fell to sleep. But I was sure that he had been here.
I had already given up with the idea that he was still here, but I was sure that he had been in here. Because one thing that I now remember is that the teddy bear I had bought for him was missing. He must've taken it with him. Because he loved that teddy bear. And he always took it with him if we travelled somewhere. I thought as I walked into the kitchen.
Again, everything was just how I had left it. Except... There is something on the kitchen counter. Something small that doesn't belong there. What is it? I walked around the kitchen island and as I got the counter and saw what the object was, I felt my heart drop and tears well up in my eyes. It's his ring. The ring I bought for him as a promise of a future together. This could either mean that he wanted me to think that he had left me. Or that... He had actually left me...
Through the tears that were threatening to fall, I noticed that there was a folded piece of paper under the ring. I picked it up and opened in with shaking hands. There were only four words written on it. And as I read them, I broke down and started crying.
I'm so sorry, Love...