I would like to say I knew something was wrong, that the moment you disappeared was branded in my mind with irrevocable finality. Instead it passed amidst a string of mundane tasks, indistinguishable even in hindsight.
I met a man on a train. He saved my life and then he died.
**A note since this is my first First Sentence: a while back I began a journal of potential first sentences for as of yet unwritten stories. I thought it would be fun to post them.