Dear John Letter

Zoe is gone.

As I stretched every inch of my body this morning, hoping to feel her soft skin next to mine, I was surprised to find that she was not in bed. Yet, I did not let this concern me; even after having a ten-minute shower, I still was not consumed by worry at all. But then, as I stepped into the kitchen where I found Stefan and Sam, I started to feel a bit oddly strange that something was not as it seems.

Then, much to my complete horror, Sam handed me a piece of white paper that only appeared to be a note. At first, I did not think much of it, for I was racing upstairs in the hope that I shall find Zoe back there again.

But when I finally realized that she was nowhere to be seen, I sat down on the bed and slowly started to peel the edges of the note open.

Well, perhaps, yet definitely, I wish that I did not open the goddamn thing in the first place. However, I carried forward, preparing myself for what was to come.

So here is its,