Asking About His Location

As I traced his name over and over again on the wooden surface, my mind drifted to Arthur—his enigmatic presence, his quiet demeanor that seemed to conceal a thousand untold stories. With each stroke of my fingers, I felt a sense of connection to him, a desire to unravel the mysteries that lay beneath his stoic facade.

He was a masterpiece, a man of silent strength and unwavering serenity. But beneath that calm exterior, I sensed a turmoil brewing, a storm of emotions that threatened to break free.

"What makes a man so silent?" I had often wondered, but now, as I sat there, fingers lingering on his name, I found myself more determined than ever to uncover the truth.

What events in his past had shaped him into the man he was today? What traumas had he endured, what secrets did he hold close to his heart?

As I pondered these questions, I knew that the answers lay buried deep within his soul, waiting to be discovered. And though I may never fully understand the depths of his silence, I was determined to stand by his side, to offer him the love and support he needed to face whatever demons haunted him.

For Arthur was more than just a silent enigma—he was the man I loved, and I would do whatever it took to help him find peace in the midst of his silent storm.

As I grappled with the overwhelming desire to unravel the mystery of Arthur's silence, my mind churned with a multitude of questions and uncertainties. I knew little about him, yet the allure of his enigmatic presence drew me in like a moth to a flame.

But how could I breach the walls he had built around himself? Arthur was not the type to open up easily, to share the secrets of his past with anyone, let alone a mere acquaintance like me.

The thought of seeking Carl's insight crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. Carl was a friend, yes, but he was also Arthur's confidant. I couldn't risk betraying that trust, no matter how desperate I was for answers.

Lost in my thoughts, I found myself drawn to the scent of the wooden surface beneath my fingertips, Arthur's name lingering in the air like a tantalizing promise. It was then that a strange realization struck me—his name even smelled good.

The absurdity of my musings brought a wry smile to my lips, but beneath the humor lay a deep-seated curiosity—a desire to know more, to understand the man behind the silence.

And as I traced his name with my fingers, imagining his presence beneath the surface, a sudden urge overtook me—a craving to experience his scent firsthand, to unravel yet another layer of the mystery that surrounded him.

With a newfound determination, I rose from my chair and made my way home, a plan forming in my mind. It was a long shot, perhaps even a foolish one, but I couldn't shake the feeling that it just might lead me closer to the answers I sought.

"Yes," I murmured to myself, a spark of excitement igniting within me. "It'd be worth a try."

As I settled into the comforting embrace of the sofa, my stomach let out another loud rumble, reminding me of its emptiness. The events of the day had left me too preoccupied to even consider my own hunger, but now that I was home, the gnawing sensation in my belly could no longer be ignored.

I reached for my phone, contemplating ordering some takeout to satisfy my cravings, but then an idea struck me. Arthur had always been thoughtful, and perhaps he had left something behind for me to eat.

With a newfound sense of hope, I made my way to the kitchen, the gurgling of my stomach echoing in the empty apartment. Sure enough, on the counter, I found a small package wrapped in brown paper, a note attached to it.

"Hope this tides you over until dinner. - Arthur"

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I unwrapped the package to reveal a selection of sandwiches and snacks. Arthur's thoughtfulness never ceased to amaze me, and in that moment, I felt a surge of gratitude for the silent presence that had become such a comforting presence in my life.

With a renewed sense of energy, I devoured the food, each bite a testament to the bond that was growing between us. And as the last rays of sunlight faded from the sky, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me, knowing that even in the midst of darkness, there was always a glimmer of light to guide me home.

Swinging my legs up on the table I leaned forward and fished my phone out of the bag. Taking my previous position, I dug myself into the back of the sofa. Switching my phone back to life, I swiped the messages and began to type one.

"Are you at home?"

After sending the text, I grabbed the remote of the TV lying next to me on the sofa and switched it on. Channelling it I stopped it on the channel where my favorite shows was being streamed.

The cat, named Tom, was chasing the rat, named Jerry. I laughed as he got his hand sandwiched in the trap he laid for Jerry.

Suddenly, my gaze fell on the screen of the phone blinking light as a new message was just popped up on it. Due to the noise of the show I couldn't hear it beep. I picked it up and typed another text.

"No." He replied.

"At hospital?" I sent the text.

"Umm.. yeah!"

As I received his message it made me scrunched my face at it and scratch my head with wonder that what made him think in the first place before saying this. 'What was this uncertainty for?'

"Oh, okay!"

I threw my phone on the sofa beside me after sending him this message and reverted to the show.

It was after some minutes that my phone blinked and vibrated on the sofa.

I threw a lopsided grin at it before I fully averted to it and picked it up.

"Is everything alright?"

I bite on my lips as a spark of evil crossed through my eyes.

"I met with an accident on my way back home."

"What... How... where are you right now?"

"At home. Carl was away so I thought of informing you. I thought you might be at home."

"Oh, wait there. I'm coming."

"Ok."

I laughed as I put the phone aside and headed towards my room. I picked out a dress from my cupboard and went to take a bath.

It was only when I came out than I hear the door bell ringing.

I immediately brushed my hair and strode out of the room towards the door.

Stopping by it, I took a deep breath and composed myself. I was nervous. I didn't know why. I should be though.

Grabbing the handle of the door I gently pressed it downwards and pulled it in my direction.

"Show me where you got it." Ignoring everything else, he burst inside, grabbing my hand in his fist, dragging me behind him and made me sit on the sofa.

It was only then he casted a glance at me. His eyes shot wide open in disbelief. His chest was heaving heavily as if he took the stairs on his way up instead of the elevator as it might be busied as I reckoned. His hands were terribly shaking and so was his knees.

"Oh, relax. Take a breath." I spoke.

"What the heck!" He burst out in anger as my whole body shook and hopped on the sofa.