He walked through the front door of the house. Silence. That was weird. He walked upstairs to their shared bedroom and opened the door. Empty. He walked in and searched everywhere for you. Nothing. He paused in front of the bathroom door connected to the room before putting his hand on the door handle and pushing it open. He found you curled up in the corner near the sink, tears flowing down your cheeks, absolutely silent. There was blood on the floor near you but you didn't dare to look at it, instead choosing to stare at the far tile near the bathtub. His face paled as his workbag dropped onto the floor. Silence slowly swallowed the whole house.