When I returned home I spent the rest of the evening laying down, staring at my ceiling in worry. Connor was my everything and when he seemed off, I didn't know how to cope.

  He eventually called me later to talk like we would. It lasted a few hours until one of us would fall asleep on the phone. This time it was him because his replies became yawns and slowed down until they abruptly stopped. Funny, he usually was the one to stay on the line with a sleepy me. I waited at least a minute and hung up. Realizing I should be in bed, as it was 2:35 am.

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The next morning I stayed home. Connor would usually come get me eventually and take me out somewhere. I wasn't lazy I did obviously care about the relationship, however it made him happy to do it. What was I supposed to do except let my beloved enjoy something?

But that afternoon, there were no taps on my window. No knocks at my front door or beeps from out front. I checked my phone to see if something had come up with him. No notifications popped up except a few from twitter. None of then being him.

I didn't want to worry, though it was a gruesome habit of mine. He probably just slept in later than usual. Maybe to catch up on all that sleep lost from our late night calls. But it's 13:48, almost twelve hours after our phone conversation. He shouldn't be sleeping that late, no way.

I decided to give a bit but still nothing so I texted him a quick 'hey loser what's up ;p' and anxiously awaited a response. It took him about an hour to reply with a sorry babe I got caught up in something.

   My curiosity got the best of me and I had to ask him what was going on which in turn, got no reply. I was really concerned but told myself not to worry. Things would be normal tomorrow. Or so I hoped.