Ravi rolled to the side of the bed; the warmth that he had subconsciously been seeking was missing.
He let out a soft groan and stretched out his hand only to be met with a cold bedspread.
Ravi slowly opened his eyes and sat up.
Arlen was gone.
His heartbeat increased, pounding in his chest before he took a deep breath. It was not as if Arlen was missing; he knew exactly where he was.
As if to reply to him, Ravi's eyes caught the sticker note on the wall.
"Good morning, love. An emergency. Had to run. I love you."
EAC. The Emergency Action Corps. They had been hastily formed by a joint effort of the Hero Association and the Government.
People trapped in rubble for days or even weeks as an aftermath of the disasters had been rescued by the EAC.
It was not just the search and rescue; they did so many things. The papers called them heroes among heroes. News about their successful missions and grateful citizens graced the television, and in the midst of it there was Arlen.
