The beautiful chirping of the birds, sounding like soft music, woke her from sleep. Angela tried to open her eyes but couldn't. She didn't want to wake up so early to face the harsh reality of life. Stretching her left hand to the other side of the bed, hoping to find Renn, she felt nothing.
She searched again, her hand moving further, but still nothing. He wasn't there. Her eyes snapped open as she looked around. The bed was empty. Angela sat up quickly. The windows were open, the morning air coming in, but everything outside was quiet.
Her gaze landed on his shirt lying on the couch. That meant he was still around. She picked it up and wore it, the faint scent of him still on the fabric. She checked the bathroom, but it was empty. Maybe he went downstairs to get something.
