---- When I said no, he threatened to hurt our pups. I didn't know what else to do-" Alan cut her off with a dismissive wave. "That's enough. From now on, keep those troublemakers out of my sight." A growing restlessness churned in his chest, and he instinctively pressed a hand over his heart. He hurried up to the attic, knocking loudly on the door. When no response came, he pushed it open without hesitation. The room was enveloped in an eerie silence. A fine layer of dust covered the table, and the food in the kitchen had long since spoiled. He stood in the center, a wave of breathlessness gripping him. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. A delivery man handed him a weathered postcard -the same one Alan and I had written together on ---- that mountain top five years ago. I remembered smiling back then, saying I wanted to leave a message for my future self. The postcard carried only one line: "Hey Anna, it's been five years. I'm sure your feelings for Alan haven't changed. You still love him deeply, don't you?" Without hesitation, Alan rushed outside and immediately called his assistant, Xavier Nord." Where is Luna Anna? How has no one noticed she's been missing all this time?" Xavier's voice wavered, tinged with helplessness. " Luna Anna won't let anyone near the attic or disturb her. We have no idea where she's gone!" "Find her! Tear the place apart if you have to- just bring her back!" Alan barked into the phone. Soon after, someone arrived holding a necklace that a passerby had found. ---- Alan stumbled back, clutching the necklace I had never parted with. Tucked inside the pendant was a photo from our wedding day. In the days that followed, Alan searched every possible place I might have gone-the garden, the library, the art gallery, the forest -but found no trace of me. He grew increasingly gaunt, his reflection revealing sunken eyes and a scruffy beard creeping over his chin. The towering stack of files Xavier had delivered loomed over him, yet he didn't have the strength to even open them. In the quiet of the night, he would often sit alone in the room we once shared, staring emptily at my photo. "Anna," he breathed into the stillness, ''where have you gone..." ---- Every now and then, Alan would jolt awake from a dream, certain he'd heard me call out to him. But when he opened his eyes, he was met only by an endless void of darkness and loneliness. His phone screen was forever frozen on my contact page, but every call he made was answered only by cold, automated messages. "Alpha Alan, you need to rest," Xavier urged, worry lacing his tone. But Alan simply shook his head and reached for his car keys once more. "T have to keep searching. Maybe today will be the day I finally find her."