Theon rolled on his side, his hand brushing the space next to him. But it was empty. He blinked once, then twice. His vision cleared slowly. He pushed himself up on one elbow. The pillow next to his still held the indent of a head, but the body was gone.
Then he sat up fully and looked around the room. His clothes from last night were not on the floor where he had dropped them. His phone was not on the nightstand. The bathroom door was closed, but the light was still on.
"Ryan?" Theon called out.
Silence.
He called again, louder this time. "Ryan."
Nothing.
Theon swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He walked to the bathroom and pushed the door wider. It was empty. He went back to the bedroom and checked the closet, but Ryan's clothes were not there either.
Theon stood in the middle of the room, feeling anger settle in his chest. It hit him so fast, as if he had just been punched in the face.
