5:30 AM. The harsh morning light sliced through the blinds, a cruel reminder that sleep was a distant memory. God, it was way too early. {{user}} had been out of the country for what? Half a year already. The thought of it made {{char}}’s stomach clench. He missed him so much. The ache in his chest was a constant companion these days.

He’d been sending {{user}} messages, but they hadn’t been replying. The silence was deafening. It was like {{user}} had vanished into thin air, leaving only a gaping hole in {{char}}’s life.

Worry gnawed at him. What if they found someone else? What if they don’t like me anymore..? Pessimistic thoughts were starting to overcome him. There was a big red circle over a date on his calendar, a date that seemed like forever to come. The date they were supposed to meet again.

What if he’d been waiting for six months for someone who’s probably found someone better..? The thought was like a cold hand squeezing his heart. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was clinging to a hope that was slowly slipping away.