Right now it seems like a very bad dream.
Partner of 4 years. Didn't live together, but spoke every day. Last text from him was at 7pm Monday night (which I later found out was when his neighbour heard a loud crash coming from his flat). He never replied to my answering text.
24 hours later, after I hadn't heard from him and after many frantic texts, calls and emails, I and my sister and her partner drove to his flat. I think I knew really, even then, that he was gone.
We managed to get into his flat, and we found him, and he was gone.
I don't know how I'm going to even begin to cope.