N A Y A
I wake up to the heavy sound of the rain outside my window. When I turn to the left side, Adam's spot is empty already. 
“Adam?” I whisper to myself. It's more of a worry-filled call that I hope I am not thinking about right now. 
I call him from my room to the whole place, hoping I will hear an answer from the bathroom somewhere close. 
My gaze lands on the empty shelves where Adam placed his bag when he brought it here from his place. His shoes are gone. His jackets on the back of the door are gone too. I remove myself from the bed and check the bathroom. It's empty. The closet. Still empty. I take the courage to walk out of the bedroom. The hallway is quiet down and I still the dripping of water from the broken faucet in our kitchen. The kitchen is empty. 
The dining place is empty.
I start to panic.
I start to worry.
I start to get sad.
I start to feel alone. 
My feet find their way to my parents' bedroom. Still, I would he would have decided to take a look at it or something. But I found no Adam there. I go back to the living room and it's empty still. I wish I could blink once and find him sitting there with his phone to his ear. 
I sit on the edge of the couch and try to catch my breath. Oh, there's one place left. The kitchen restroom. I walk as fast as Incan with a positive thought in my head that Adam could be playing hide and seek with me. 
I knock on it. “Adam?” I call. My hands are on my hips as I wait for him to open the door. He's not opening it. “Adam, please don't do this to me.” My voice is getting dry and sad. “Just open the door, Adam. It's too early for this. Let's go back to sleep.” I place my palm on the door when nobody answers. “Babe,” I call this time in a hopeless whisper. 
“Adam.” 
No answer.
“Adam, please. Wake me up from this terrible dream.” A cry finally creeps out of my words. It is broken. It is betrayed. 
I put my bead against the door as my heartbreak apart and fall to the floor. I slide to the floor and gig my knees feeling all alone. More alone than I have felt when my parents left. 
Someone wake me up. 
I would never want to believe this is real. But I feel like my dream is coming true. His pieces of stuff are gone. 
My tears are fast to flow out on their own. And I don't wipe it away. I let it go. I let it sink into my cheeks until they fade away. When I look around the kitchen, I have no other words in my mind but he left. 
Why?
Why is everyone leaving me? 
“Why Adam?” I say to the wind. “You said you would never leave. You said I don't have to worry. But why yours was gone?”
My sobs fill the room and I feel the tight grip on my chest as it deeply breaks. 
I stand to my feet and walk back to my bedroom. I make sure he has something left of him just to convince myself that he will come back and get it. It feels different when you know someone just left forever when nothing that belongs to him ever remains. He has decided to go and never come back. Nothing left of him here except the memories we made in this room. 
Once again, I fall to the floor next to the edge of the bed. My tears are pouring out together with the heavy rain outside. I lead my head on the mattress and cry out, at the same time, hoping when I fall back to sleep, I will dream that he's still here. And no one should wake me up. 
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N A Y A
I wake up to the heavy sound of the rain outside my window. When I turn to the left side, Adam's spot is empty already. 
“Adam?” I whisper to myself. It's more of a worry-filled call that I hope I am not thinking about right now. 
I call him from my room to the whole place, hoping I will hear an answer from the bathroom somewhere close. 
My gaze lands on the empty shelves where Adam placed his bag when he brought it here from his place. His shoes are gone. His jackets on the back of the door are gone too. I remove myself from the bed and check the bathroom. It's empty. The closet. Still empty. I take the courage to walk out of the bedroom. The hallway is quiet down and I still the dripping of water from the broken faucet in our kitchen. The kitchen is empty. 
The dining place is empty.
I start to panic.
I start to worry.
I start to get sad.
I start to feel alone. 
My feet find their way to my parents' bedroom. Still, I would he would have decided to take a look at it or something. But I found no Adam there. I go back to the living room and it's empty still. I wish I could blink once and find him sitting there with his phone to his ear. 
I sit on the edge of the couch and try to catch my breath. Oh, there's one place left. The kitchen restroom. I walk as fast as Incan with a positive thought in my head that Adam could be playing hide and seek with me. 
I knock on it. “Adam?” I call. My hands are on my hips as I wait for him to open the door. He's not opening it. “Adam, please don't do this to me.” My voice is getting dry and sad. “Just open the door, Adam. It's too early for this. Let's go back to sleep.” I place my palm on the door when nobody answers. “Babe,” I call this time in a hopeless whisper. 
“Adam.” 
No answer.
“Adam, please. Wake me up from this terrible dream.” A cry finally creeps out of my words. It is broken. It is betrayed. 
I put my bead against the door as my heartbreak apart and fall to the floor. I slide to the floor and gig my knees feeling all alone. More alone than I have felt when my parents left. 
Someone wake me up. 
I would never want to believe this is real. But I feel like my dream is coming true. His pieces of stuff are gone. 
My tears are fast to flow out on their own. And I don't wipe it away. I let it go. I let it sink into my cheeks until they fade away. When I look around the kitchen, I have no other words in my mind but he left. 
Why?
Why is everyone leaving me? 
“Why Adam?” I say to the wind. “You said you would never leave. You said I don't have to worry. But why yours was gone?”
My sobs fill the room and I feel the tight grip on my chest as it deeply breaks. 
I stand to my feet and walk back to my bedroom. I make sure he has something left of him just to convince myself that he will come back and get it. It feels different when you know someone just left forever when nothing that belongs to him ever remains. He has decided to go and never come back. Nothing left of him here except the memories we made in this room. 
Once again, I fall to the floor next to the edge of the bed. My tears are pouring out together with the heavy rain outside. I lead my head on the mattress and cry out, at the same time, hoping when I fall back to sleep, I will dream that he's still here. And no one should wake me up.