Lerato opened her eyes slowly and stared at the clock on the wall,the moving hands on the wall moved with soft ticks that broke the silence in the room. She was entangled in the linen sheets of Andile’s apartment. The familiar scent of his cologne lingered in the air. She reached for the phone on the left night stand. The blue screen lit up as she put in her password.
It was 2:15 AM.
Wait a minute.
She looked around, there was complete. Silence.
“Andile?” she called out her voice sounding raspy from sleep.
She got out of bed, her feet hitting the cold tiles, and walked into the living room.
Where is Andile? She walked to the corridor and looked at the key hangar by the door. His keys were gone. His black leather jacket was not on the rack either. Where could he have gone?
They had dinner, and the last she remembered they were having a good laugh over a glass of wine while watching Grey's Anatomy. He never mentioned going out.
If he went out, how long had he been gone for, and how come he didn’t wake her up before leaving?
Her phone began to vibrate with an incoming notification. She looked at the screen, hoping it was a text message from Andile. It was a news notification.
