Four days earlier

Shoving my hand through my hair, I marched in front of the room, arguing with myself whether I should do it. What if she came back and started hating me even more because of this? But if she didn't, and this could lead to a trace about the place she went to...

I inhaled, nearly choking with the suffocating intensity in my chest, and opened the door of the art studio. The smell of crayons, paper, and wood immediately hit my nostrils, and my lips tugged up. Onyx's scent was still here. It lingered in every thing she touched, at every place she sat. it felt so...