In the middle of the night you had crawled out of bed to get water from the kitchen. Lucky for you, your husband, Bastian, wasn’t holding you as tightly as he normally does. So you were able to slip out of the bed without waking him up.

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Bastian’s eyes shot open. His breathing heavy and laboured as he stretched his arm out to hold you tighter. His hand patted the mattress several times yet he couldn’t feel your body. Or your warmth.

He immediately sat up and gripped the sheets tightly. He zoned in on where you were sleeping. Where you should be. Bastian had to make the conscious effort to remind his heart that it was only dream and you weren’t actually dead.

He got out of bed and began searching for you. This was the moment he regretted not buying a tiny cottage that would’ve made it easier to find you.

“Baby…” He called out in the empty hallway.