𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹

THIRTY-ONE

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EREN'S POV:

As I stir in my sleep I unconsciously reach for y/n besides me. When I feel the bed is empty I lay there for a moment before opening my eyes.

Of course she's gone.

Why wouldn't she be?!

God this woman is so frustrating sometimes.

I groan before throwing the covers off of me. I stand up and grab my clothes to dress myself up before grabbing my phone. I check the tracking app I have that connects to the tracker I put in y/n's phone.

I'm not psycho. I swear. I just needed to keep a close eye on her. I knew she would leave me sooner or later. She seems to be pretty good at it. According to the tracker, she is kinda far.

How long has she been gone for?

I put my shoes on and head out of the door. I look down at my phone and follow the road that leads in her direction. As I walk down the road I notice a group of people. The music that's is playing cancels out the small chatter. They glance over at me as they share a blunt, passing it around after ignoring my presence. I keep walking underneath the dim street lights.

Its pouring outside. The drops hitting the road create a darker shade of grey as the road soaks up the skies tears.

What's the sky crying for?

I spot some shattered glass on the sidewalk when I come across a vending machine besides a sandwich shop.. The machine is wide open with the snacks and drinks on display. A rock lays besides it on top of the shattered glass.

Could y/n have done this?

I graze my finger through the machine and slightly wince once I notice I've cut myself. I try to wipe off the blood but it just keeps pouring out from the small cut.

The city isn't what a regular city would look like. It's not fancy or modern. In fact, it's quite the opposite. The buildings and shops aren't built with expensive bricks. They aren't covered in flashy signs or pretty paint. They look bland. Not fancy in anyway. The sidewalks aren't even completely sidewalks. They're uneven and lead into other buildings as I continue to walk. Guess this is how things are in the Caribbean.

As I walk on the road I find a granola bar wrapper and a half empty water bottle. Guess the cities have one thing in common, they're dirty.

I look down at my phone to see if I have gotten any closer. It says I'm about 5 minutes away. She seems to be in an apartment complex.

Could it be her place?

When I look up from my phone I spot a butterfly. It's flying as if it were drunk or trying to dodge the raindrops falling from the sky above us. I poke my finger out to it and it lands on top of it. It's wings are dark but it seems as if it could glow. It rest above my seeping cut as my blood drips from underneath it.