It had been weeks since she had disappeared without a trace. Sleepless nights taking its toll upon his mind with each day spent without her.
He had blamed himself, assuming she had finally managed to see the monster he was and left him for good. Her goodbye letter had been short, harsh and with the intention that she didn't want to see him again.
Silco had read it enough to remember every word, each cutting deeper than the last. The man who usually never drank, had tried to drown himself in work and alcohol to keep his emotions at bay.
The tie of his suit was open, his hair unkept, dark circles beneath his eyes which burnt with unshed tears and a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand.
He had tried to keep up the hope that she would return, but with each moment spent without her and his demons whispering words of self doubt and hate into his ear, he found himself unable to keep up the façade he had build for himself.
With an aching heart and sloppy movements he made to the vanity they had shared, her things still littered above the wooden surface. Placing the bottle upon it, he missed it in his drunken state, the sound of breaking glass filling the silence.
With an annoyed sigh he bent down, his movements clumsy as he picked up the shards.
His sight was blurry, but not blurry enough to miss a letter which had seemed to have slipped beneath the vanity.
With a frown upon his features he reached for the paper. His eyes widening as the word written upon it registered in his drunken mind. The words written upon it were a threat to the woman he loved and her life. A threat that they would come for her life and that of their unborn child if she stayed with him.
A child he hadn't even known about until now.
The realization of a child and that she was forced to leave him settled in with a bittersweat taste. Hope, love, anger and fear mixing together and a single thought filling his mind.
He would find her...