Zenovia

When I went out of the bathroom, I found Maksimillian missing. The table was left abandoned with some unfinished food. It was like he was just gone from the face of the earth. I couldn’t help but feel rejected for some reason.

It hurt so much!

Was he not going to even say goodbye? Didn’t he even leave at least a short note or something? Right, there was no pen or paper lying around here, so he couldn’t even if he wanted to.

I took my phone that was lying next to my empty white plate, checking my email just in case he wrote me one. But I was...