She was gone by the time he woke up.
Nathan stared unblinkingly at the ceiling for several seconds, knowing that he would soon have to stand up. Still, he didn’t want to believe that she was just gone.
They had been together last night. They had shared a very memorable time together. There was no way she would just—
Nathan abruptly sat up, forcing the voices in his head to quiet.
Rosie was gone.
He was still in the living room, right on the ground where he had collapsed mid-sleep. His clothes were still scattered everywhere, just as he had left them but there was no sign of Rosie. No trace of her, her clothes, or any indication that she'd been there at all.
“Fuck.” Nathan rubbed his face, trying to think for a moment.
He bent down and picked his clothes, hastily wearing his trousers
