The room was silent as the air was still, the bed creaked as Emery shifted to the absence of a person on his left; only for his arms to graze against nothingness where a waist should be.

He sat up abruptly, a violent urge in his gut screamed that something was wrong. His comforter falls to pillow at his waist, gaze trapping the place where someone should be.

Emery’s gaze traveled to the large wooden beamed window in the room that let in the Moon's peaceful glow and frowned. The window adorning billowing sheer curtains was open. "Darling?" He called out tentatively, the feeling in his gut only increasing in tenfold as he stood to his feet and walked over to the window. You were probably just getting water in the kitchen...right?