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It's been a month since she disappeared. It's also supposed to be our one month wedding anniversary, but it's not. Why you might be asking yourselves, well I can answer that simply by saying that she disappeared merely hours from our scheduled wedding. At first I thought it was me, that I had done or said something that would make her want to leave. That thought though, didn't last long. Her best friend Carley showed up at the church an hour late, explaining that someone had broken into her house the night before. That they had knocked her out cold, and when she awoke a few hours later, that Elizabeth was gone. My Elizabeth was stolen from me in the middle of the night, and I wasn't able to save her, to protect her.

We took Carley to the police station to give a report of the incident, hoping that it wasn't too late to find Elizabeth. She gave the best description that she could, given the fact that she wasn't conscious for long. I thanked her for her help, and drove her home. Being seven months pregnant, getting knocked unconscious, and losing your best friend, all in one day is a little rough on you. My best friend, her husband met me outside after insuring that Carley was safely in the house. He told me that the police had dusted for finger prints, but wasn't able to pull anything. Being a criminal lawyer, he knew how these things went, and began giving me information. Some of it though, I could have lived my entire life without knowing. I gave my thanks for his helpfulness before leaving.

My fiancée was missing, and there was nothing I could do. The only ability I had at the moment was sit and wait. Wait for a ransom demand, wait for the police to call, just wait. So that's what I did, I sat up camp in the living room. Made sure that the phone was in close range at all times. Made up a makeshift bed on the couch. Carried in the mini fridge, stocked it with a few random foods and some drinks. I grabbed a couple of beers and decided that I hated waiting sober.

That first night I drank myself to sleep, needing to find comfort in something. I woke up with one of the worst hangovers in history. I believe it was god's way of punishing me for drinking so much the night before. I checked the answering machine, a few missed calls. I prayed for something useful, some sort of good news. I think god might have been upset with me still, just a couple calls from Elizabeth's mom, and a few from my mom.

The next few days were like a blur. The phone had rang off the hook, that I do remember. Mostly my mom and her mom. One call from Jonathan, Carley's husband. The other's though, we're some people that had heard about Elizabeth's disappearance, and wanted to send their condolences. After a while though, I just started to hang up on them. It was like they were already saying she was dead.

On the fourth day though, we thought the police had made a break-through. See Elizabeth worked at a management firm inside the city. A few days before her disappearance, she had fired one of her employees. It turned out that he had a police record, a quite long one. Mostly for breaking and entering, so as you can see, we were hopeful that this low-life had taken her. He wasn't a mastermind, he was just a low totem criminal. As it turned out though, the day after he get fired, he moved back to his hometown, on the opposite side of the country. There went our break-through.

The days following just seemed to zip by, no phone calls, no hope. I felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest. I felt like a part of me was missing, that part was Elizabeth. I knew I would never feel whole again without her.

Like I said it's been a month. Everyone has all but given up hope though, or at least the people that care about her, love her. We're still hoping and praying that whatever psycho that took her will give her back. We know it's a long shot. We're not oblivious to what is really going on when a person has been missing for this long. At the very least, we'd like some sort of closure. Some sort of proof that she's alive or...I can't say it. I cannot say that Elizabeth might not come back to me, that we might have lost her forever. It's too hard, and I just, I won't give up hope. I figure if the person that you love so deeply, the one person that your heart is connected to, you'd know if they no longer inhabitation the earth anymore.

That's just it, I can still feel her. It feels like she's still alive. I can't just ignore that feeling, I refuse to. With that said though, I have in a way moved on, well more forced too. I had, what my friends called a girlfriend, although both me and Grace know that we're not that close. She knows that my heart belongs fully to Elizabeth, and I know that her heart still belongs to her husband. He had died a year ago, when he bravely went into a burning building to save a young woman. He was a hero, deservedly so.

We took comfort with each other, knowing that we both were pining after someone we could no longer have. She was fine with my secret obsession with my missing fiancée, and I was okay with her longing for her husband. We comfort each other when one of us breaks down. We hold each other close at night. Me driven to protect her in the way that I couldn't protect Elizabeth, her driven to keep someone in her life, to keep them from leaving. We made a pact that if we weren't able to get over the other loves of our lives, that we would marry. It sounded like a really good idea. Especially considering that no other woman would want a man, that wanted another woman. No other woman would put up with my late night, nightmares. My screaming out for Elizabeth, and that I don't blame. Most time I think that I'm crazy, that I'm losing my mind. It's not a good feeling, the one in which you think that you've lost it all.

I promised Grace that after a year, if Elizabeth hasn't been found. That I will give up this charade that she's alive and involve myself fully to her. Now I almost wish I hadn't made such a promise. I don't know if I'll ever be able to give up on Elizabeth, especially not with how my heart feels now. I just, I wish that Elizabeth would come home, come back to me.

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