I sat at the small four seated dining table, as I usually did at this time. While taking a sip of the coffee in hand, I glare up at the ticking grandfather clock. Each passing second felt like a passing hour, wait no, a passing year. Any moment I'm away from that beautiful smile and personality, I feel almost empty.

The hands continues it's ticking motion. Another sip. Another second. I raise my glass for another gulp, but am stopped by the loud ringing of the clock.

4 PM.

Where is that lovely woman? She should've been here 30 minutes ago. I stare at the pink daisy flower bouquet centered on the table. Her favorite flower.

The empty seat across from me is getting on my last nerve. It's almost feels as if it's mocking me. That damn chair.

Another minute passes.

I look down at my phone. No new notifications. A frustrated sigh leaves my body. An emotion suddenly clicks in my body. Is she hurt? <