I couldn't get my eyes off the clock. Tic tock tic tock... will that ever stop like my life stopped just a couple of hours ago? Or am I the only stoppable existence here? Oh, I make sense no more.

She once told me she loved the shade of my eyes but that it didn't suit my hair color. I wondered then if I should get some hair dye. Will that make her stay longer? Little did I know that when she leaves it won't be for my hair or eye color? Am I overreacting? Maybe. But she's gone, and I am just useless. Weak. Incapable. Useless, weak, incapable, pitiful sloth. Too slow. Too in love. Still have no clue. Make no sense. What else?

Is she still alive? Too scared to think of it twice, I shoved that question away. Cleared my head. That didn't work. Cleared my head, again. Okay. What can I do? Find a clue maybe. Chase it. More clues. I don't know really. I am a mess.

Her cellphone! Yes! How didn't I think of that before? Track her; find her. That's the clue.

And then I turned out to be stupid enough to forget that she has been kidnapped by grownups and not a bunch of toddlers. Of course they will turn off her phone! That's the first thing I would do if I kidnapped someone. But what if they forgot to? Or what if she hid it well? Then maybe we can use that. I grabbed my phone quick and called her contact. And suddenly it hit me hard in the gut like a truck running at 220 km/hr. The hell am I doing? If her cellphone wasn't off already then they will hear my call and turn it off immediately. And just before I take an action to undo my stupid mistake, someone picked up.

"Hello?" he said.

What in the world is this?? How stupid can he be? Not just leave her phone powered on but also pick up my call. I don't know if I should feel relieved or more distressed that her kidnapper is that naïve.

"Hello?? Who is this?" he asked again.

"See I would do anything to get her back. I would pay you whatever you ask. I would do anything really anything...just set her free. Please tell me she's okay! See... okay...see...we don't even have to involve the cops. Just ask for anything and it's yours. Set the time and place and I will meet you. Please don't hurt her. I just want her back." And I just realized I was sobbing hysterically. I never knew I was that weak. But it's my Hazel...

"Man I think she made it clear when she left with me. She doesn't want you anymore. She's mine now. And she's happy and safe. And why the hell do you think I would hurt Maggie?? You high or something?? And what money you talking about? You really crazy...no wonder why she wanted to leave. Man chill. And stay the hell away from my girl."

"You're a damn liar!! She didn't leave. You took her. She fought! I saw it with my own eyes! What do you think you're doing?? I won't let go! And I will find you... and I will sure as hell kill you. Trust me you will regret this so bad. If you still want to hold on to my offer, it's still on. Name the price, and I will pay it. Just let her go. And don't you ever dare hurt her." Now my tone shifted from pathetic to scary. I scare me sometimes.

"Man you really need help. Goodbye."

And he left. Just like that. So casually. Like he's in no blame. Like she really left with him. Maggie? Is this really her name? How does he know that? Then if they know each other so well that she entrusted him with her name, the name I hadn't the privilege to know even after proposing and getting a "Yes", does that mean he might be right? Did she really leave me? But she fought. I saw it. She fought uselessly against his superior arms.

Now this means he's lying, and he seems to believe his own lie. This only leaves me with a proof that he's some sort of a psychopath. A psychopath who seems to love her madly. And as much as this makes my blood boil in rage, it also makes my guts ache out of fear. She's kidnapped by a lunatic. A madman. God only knows how he treats her. I need to get her back.

I jumped off the bed and grabbed my phone and keys. In two minutes I was waking up my engine and heading to NYPD.