Mixed messages

You're slow to wake up that afternoon. The last couple days flash through your head, while they didn't really go as planned, at all, you got what you had wanted, even more actually. You had not expected to have sex so soon, but you weren't going to complain.

Your room was the first thing to greet you when you opened your eyes, and your smile widened at the thought of Melody in your bed, sleeping, just waiting for you to wake her up.

Turning around, you reached out for Melody, but your arm grabbed nothing but air before hitting the empty bed space next to you.

Hurridly, you jumped up, grabbed your clothes and dressed. There was no sign Melody had been there. You threw open your door and checked the house only to find you were alone.

Disappointed, you return to your room and grab your phone just before noticing a folded piece of paper on your other pillow.

Your heart jumps up in your throat as you grab it and open it up to reveal Melody's handwriting, which was always neat, but this time it was beyond sloppy. Letters and whole words were scratched out, everything looked like it was written in a hurry. What had taken up a whole third of the page was reduced down to just four words.

I'm so sorry Jack.