Naya's pov

“Adrian?” I called out, running my eyes.

The room was empty and strangely enough the other side of the bed was neatly made.

The first thing I noticed was the quiet.

Not the soft, lazy quiet of a Saturday morning. This was different, it felt hollow.

Maybe because Adrian was not making breakfast and listening to his daily workout playlist.

The sheets were cool beside me, the faint dent in the pillow already fading. Adrian was gone. No note, no message. Just the faint scent of his ...