Mason narrates.

I stand waiting for several minutes for her to open the door to her room, however, only silence can be felt.

I walk to the second floor looking for her, I don't think she left that same night, she told me she was leaving tomorrow, I don't understand where she went.

I go back upstairs since I don't even see Simba, she wouldn't leave without letting me say goodbye to our little dog, I don't think she would do that. I knock again on her door and nothing, no answer. Impatience gets the better of me and I open the door. To my surprise it was not locked, I enter the room and see everything empty, the closet, the bed untouched, the bedside tables with nothing. I go into the bathroom and realize that he is gone.

I sit on the side of the bed she used to occupy, an envelope resting on the bed catches my attention. I pick it up and it has my name on it.

Dear Mason:

I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye, but I'm sure it would have hurt us both more to have said goodbye. Fate did