Keely woke up to the smell of waffles . She sat up and instantly remembered what a horrible night it had been. But she also remembered how much Phil was there for her. She walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. Phil turned around from the stove.
"Hey." He said gently.
"Hey." She answered quietly.
He walked over and wrapped his arms around her. Keely sighed and hugged him back. She closed her eyes.
"What's that smell?" She suddenly said.
"Oh crap." Phil ran back over to the stove.
"I hope you like your waffles well done." Phil said.
Keely sat down at the table.
"You didn't have to make breakfast." She said.
"I wanted too. And this time…I didn't spray it." He said as he set the burnt waffles down on the table.
"I can see that." She said.
"Shut up." Phil said playfully. Keely smiled faintly, but Phil could tell she still hurt inside, it quickly vanished. She sat there in silence and stared at the table.
"I…I think I'm just going to go back to sleep. I'm not going to class today." She stuttered.
"That's perfectly fine. Just rest today."
Keely got up and went back to her room without saying a word. Her door closed. Phil sat down at the table. He has never seen Keely so down in the dumps. He hated it. He wanted her to be happy. Soon it was time for Phil to leave. He didn't want to but he didn't have any way of getting out of it. He knocked on Keely's door.
"Keels? I gotta go. Are you going to be okay?" He said through the door.
"Yeah." He heard her voice.
"Bye Keels." He started to walk away but came back. He went to open the door but stopped and turned back.
He opened the front door to a downpour.
Phil arrived back home at 2:00. Still pouring rain. Keely was nowhere to be seen in kitchen or living room. He knocked on her door.
"Hey Keels? Have you been in there since I left? Keely?"
Phil opened the door. The room was dark. Barley any light. He walked around.
"Keely?" He rounded the corner of her bed.
"Oh my God." He whispered to himself.
Nothing. She wasn't in the apartment…anywhere.