Late at night, Leo woke up only to find himself lying on the cold floor. While thinking about Zaiden, he had no trace of falling asleep there.
Standing on his feet, he looked around, calling out, “Zaiden, are you home?”
Getting no reply from him, he sighed heavily and grabbing his cell phone gave him a call, but once again the call was not answered. Tossing the phone on the nightstand, he then marched to the washroom. Turning on the tap, he stared at his reflection for a long time.
‘Where are you, Zaiden?’ he mumbled and, bending, started to splash water on his face.
He kept on doing it to vacate the stain of tears from his cheeks, but it was futile as the tears kept on streaming down his eyes. The suspicion of not seeing Zaiden again was scaring the hell out of him.
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