Cold.
Cold was the first thing to hit me that morning.
I instinctively rolled to the left where there was usually the convenient heat source known as Lukas. Instead of finding a warm, grumbling man, there was just an empty cold space with the blankets half torn off the bed.
Then loneliness.
I glanced at the digital clock next to my bed. The bright purple numbers told me that it was only 5:04 AM. My brain began working as I realized that he wouldn't go out this early. The earliest he'd left was maybe 6:45.
I grumpily sat up, the clean white sheets pooling at my waist. My eyes darted around the large bedroom, from the dresser to the ajar bathroom door to the window. Where on Earth could he be?
The third was panic.
I snatched my cell phone off the nightstand and tried calling his house. After listening to the monotonous ringing for five minutes, I tried his cell. Still no answer.
Even when I tried calling Bruder[1], he said he hadn't seen Lukas either. I tried calling my entire contacts list, all ended up being negative.
I threw on a coat and boots, walking out into the chilly January air and almost regretting it. Instead, I trekked around the massive house. He wasn't on the porch. For some reason I felt it necessary to look on the roof. Nope. I checked both sides of the house before finally venturing out to the back. I didn't see him in the immediate vicinity so I decided to walk a little ways into the woods behind our house.
The tall bare trees seemed to belittled me, making me feel small, weak, and afraid. I must've walked a mile into the woods before I met my fourth emotion.
Complete and utter shock.
In front of me, leaning against a tree. There he was.
Dead.
A/N:
[1] Bruder = Brother = Alexander = OC's brother
