Phoebe woke up to the buzzing sound of Damon's phone on the nightstand. Before she could turn over, Damon stretched out his hand, picked up the phone and answered in a low voice.
"What?" he said in that flat tone that meant it was bad news.
He was quiet for a while, listening to the other person, then he threw the covers aside and stood up. Somewhere between listening for his footsteps and deciding she would ask him about it in the morning, she fell back asleep.
When she fully woke up again about two hours later, the other side of the bed was empty and cold. His side of the wardrobe was slightly open, and it seemed he had dressed in the dark and left before dawn without waking her.
She exhaled, disappointedly. She pushed the covers away, stood up, and went to freshen up for work.
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