A/N: New chappie here, it's kind of horrible but I need to get this info out. Sorry it's so short.
Third person
The letter crumpling slightly from the force of her hands , the devastated girl scanned her memories to see if there's any clues to why he left. … The last time she saw him was a week before the letter arrived, he checked in before work, like he always did. She couldn't remember what they said, but it was a fairly normal conversation, or she would've noticed.
She tried everything, from calling to texting to emailing, even went by his house only to find it just the way she remembers it, only all his clothes and valuables are gone. She sat down on his couch, hit by memories of them laughing until their sides hurt and watching movies together. He was such a good actor that a psychiatrist like her didn't even notice.
The strange thing is, she doesn't feel sad or depressed, instead, she feels a need to find him, as if he's a replaceable object she wanted to get back. She even felt slightly angry that he left.
Her
I've tried calling everyone, even his ex-girlfriends, but not a single person has any clue. It's till to the point my phone died from calling everyone a second time I decided to go home. Feeling rejected, I turn back to my house, only find that I left key inside the house.
My good luck obviously already ran out, since at that moment it started to rain.I head for the backyard, where there's at least a roof over my head. On the way I somehow managed to knock over my mailbox, creating a sharp clang as the metal hits the ground. In my hurry to make it stand up straight and run for shelter, The lid of of the mailbox fell open as it becomes parallel to the ground. Another letter fell out.
