Urso
I woke up the next day and immediately felt something was wrong. I ran my hand over the still warm bed, searching for her body, that soft skin I had torn and bitten all night, but I only found the crumpled and empty sheet. I leaned on the mattress, still a bit dizzy, trying to understand if I was dreaming, if she had just gone to the bathroom, or if I had lost it. But that was it. The bed was empty. No sign of her. No scent on the pillow, no whisper in the hallway, no piece of clothing thrown on the floor, and mind you, last night I didn’t leave a single piece of cloth on that woman’s body.
I jumped up. Heart racing, blood already starting to boil. I searched the entire house, from the bedroom to the kitchen, from the bathroom to the backyard. Nothing. No shadow, no scent, no sign
