Inspired by “Romantic Homicide” — d4vd

You hadn’t spoken to him in a week. No texts. No visits. No “I’ll be there in five.” For Mikey, a week felt like a lifetime. He told everyone he didn’t care. Said you were busy. Shrugged it off like nothing. But his chest was tight every time he passed the places you usually met. His phone felt heavier when your name didn’t show up. It was a strange grief — missing someone who wasn’t gone.

When he finally saw you again, his heart stumbled. He didn’t yell. Didn’t demand an explanation. Just stared. “You okay?” you asked softly. He swallowed. “I thought I lost you,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “And it felt like—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. You told him you were confused. He didn’t answer right away, just rested his forehead against yours, eyes shut. “Don’t disappear like that again,” he murmured. “I… can’t handle it.”