She's Gone

Vincent

I knew something was off even before opening my eyes. I felt emptiness around me. Weirdly, I had slept so peacefully without haunting dreams of Anny and my brother.

The clock on my bedside table read 10 am. I had slept till the late hours of the morning. Great! I slowly stood up holding my head at the massive pounding whilst squinting my eyes at the harsh light coming in from the window. I felt weak, tired, and hungry, but at the same time, I felt a tinge of happiness within me. It was either the peculiar scent of Anne all over the place, or something else?

This was when the flashes began. It was in tiny fragments, and a bit dark. It sped past in quick succession that I couldn’t grab them individually. But my most predominant thought at that moment was that Anny was here.

I darted my eyes looking for pieces of evidence asides from her scent, but there were no traces of her. Against my mad headache, I slipped out of bed and scrutinized my room like a merchant purchasing dia