No Word From Him
Days go by with no word from him, and the silence begins to press against my sanity. I check my phone obsessively, even when I know there’s no new message. The lack of communication is louder than a shouting match. It’s calculated, it’s intentional, and it hurts more than any words ever could.
I try to occupy myself with chores, errands, anything — but nothing quiets the storm in my head. Is he running? Is he hiding? Or is he simply indifferent? The endless guessing is torture. Every unanswered message chips away at the last bit of trust I tried to hold onto. His silence isn’t peace — it’s another form of cruelty.
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