I woke up and like everyday this month the other side was empty.

I woke up to the dent where her body used to be,

she had slept there long enough that her body fit perfectly in that place.

It was meant for her.

Now that she was gone, it was just a dip in our bed.

I mean, my bed.

Annabeth had a slender frame and her blonde hair used to be like a lions man across the white pillowcase.

I missed seeing her in the mornings.

I still got up though, still followed my morning routine.

Slippers, bathroom, dressed, coffee, newspaper and lock the door.

Slippers, bathroom, dressed, coffee, newspaper and lock the door.

Now on weekends it was different.

Slippers, bathroom, coffee, newspaper, remote and couch.

Yeah I know I'm lost without her.

You probably are wondering what happened?

You can guess so don't even bother with the questionnaire.

When she told me she was moving out my heart got a little scar,

when she packed the boxes she tugged at it,

when she kissed my forehead goodbye without tears she yanked it out,

and then when she drove off,

she took it with her.

So now I am a 24-year-old guy, living in New York, broken-hearted and sad.

What does that tell you?

I don't understand though,

why did she leave?

I have gone through every question,

what did I do?

Did I say something?

Did I not say something?

Did I not do something?

Did I do something?

What is wrong with me?

I just wish I knew where she was,

because then maybe I could figure it out.


Annabeths Part will be coming up next !

So be prepared.

Oh and I would like to ask if any of you prefer a genre for me to write min stories to ?

You know like really romantic and sappy or like tragic and deadly, maybe even some jealousy ?

That would be great thanks :)

If not though I'll just keep writing my own ideas, its cool with me either way !