My parents never really approved my girlfriend, often bemoaning the "waste of time" she was.

My girlfriend, being astute as she is, must have overheard my parents criticizing her for staying in our house. Feeling unwelcome and uncomfortable, she quietly packed her things and left with a letter.

Despair washed over me as I burst out of the house, tears streaming down my face as I desperately searched for my girlfriend. My heart ached with every step I took, the fear and worry consuming me like a wildfire. I pleaded silently to the heavens above, begging for her safe return to me.

I ran until my feet burned with pain and my legs threatened to buckle from exhaustion. But I pushed past the physical discomfort, fueled by a desperate need to find her. It was as if my body moved of its own accord, driven by the overwhelming desire to have her back in my arms.

I crumpled to the ground, exhausted and worn out from my frenzied search. My breath came in ragged gasps, and my body trembled with fatigue. As I lay there, panting and disoriented, a single thought echoed through my mind.

"Where are you, my love?" I whispered, my voice cracking with desperation. "Where did you go? I need you. Please come back to me."